Learning about Brasilia

Like the sharp needles  
upon the cathedral 
this virus pierces our world 
and draws attention  
to what we believe in. 
The cross stands proud 
reminding us that we are all 
being watched over.  

Like the arches along  
the Juscelino 
our faith bounds on 
bringing us to a place 
where we find 
our true meaning, 
where we start  
and where we will end.  

Like Os Calangos 
we stand up to this virus 
and to the other  
troubles in our world 
saying we won’t give in, 
we will rebuild, 
we will survive.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for Pegman: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/

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