A Poem for Dubai
They proudly stand, glimmering in the sun’s rays, as if to say nothing can come in my way. Looming over us, and ready to crush us like ants, without giving us another glance. The jungle of concrete grows from the depths of the human desire to conquer the throne of the skies, so they go higher. Their hands keep reaching for the skies, with everyone’s eyes on them, they continue to try.