AUTHENTI-CITY

My strength is truth, My path is peace, I walk on bare feet, And feel truly pleased. My weapon is silence, My shield isn’t stained, Though hearts may be broken, That’s all enemies gained. My chariot is full, Full of flowers and words, My knight rides within it, His courage thundered. The kingdom is painted crimson, Yet violence lies in prison, The crown shines with veracity— That is the face of my city.