Roland Kikon
The city cries
yet you heal
day in and day out,
hands on the wound
saving lives
putting yours on the line,
yet smiles
at the sight of fear.
You are but hands of God.
The city sleeps
yet you walk
on the deserted street
keeping watch
when every soul chooses rest,
you stay awake
with prayers as your only shield.
You are but feet of God.
Oh you,
meek heroes,
we applaud for you
we are heartened by you;
we see you
we see God.
Oh you, hands and feet of God
behind you, is an army of souls praying.
So, stand tall
for the giant has got to fall.
(dedicated to the frontline workers)
