NaPoWriMo 22: Imprisoned

The city that was built,
Upon hope and grief and guilt,
Is crumbling, tumbling around us.

These walls were raised with pain,
And soon their stones will rain,
Upon the rocky ground beneath our feet.

We are free.
We are free.
There's no need to fear,
For we are free.

The chains that used to hold,
Weak hands in the biting cold,
They've snapped two and and set our arms loose.

These cells, dank and gloomy,
Were homes to the weary,
Yet the doors flew open with the joyous news.

We are free.
We are free.
There's no need to fear,
For we are free.