“Ode to Metropolis The steel-clad forest lifts the gilded sun, Mirrored facades stream liquid golden light. Neon weaves dreams that never bid goodbye, Where rivers of cars wind through streets' expanse. Then calamity strikes, bricks turn to broken rhymes, Hazes enshroud, and splendor fades away. A child clutches a weathered Superman badge, As a mother weeps, praying for dawn's new day. In ruins, faith sprouts from the shattered ground, Ordinary souls ignite like stars in gloom. The Sunbird swoops, bearing hope aflame, Melting despair into newborn beams. Behold! The Son of Sun watches eternal, His spirit rooted deep in each sacred mile.”