We are the children of these ancient cities

We are the children of these ancient cities,
Cities built with flesh and stone brick
We have so many enemies
And we move from one age towards another scattered by the dust of wars.
We have all the grapes,
And we go to paradise with our wine and jam.
Invaders came to us with iron, and left with chamomile.
Snow storms came to us with snow, and left with poems
And the scent of burning wood in rusty tanks.
We have a constant faith that we are at our cessation of being
We think that we are at our cessation of being
And we don’t know what will happen to the inhabitants of the Earth without us.
We are the children of the cities that are being destroyed,
And we will sleep under the light of planets and stars
So that next time, we don’t die under the wreckage.