A lost time not long ago.
The streets burnt,
homes razed to ground,
the rubble remains.
This Brutalist architecture
not by choice sustains.
A crying woman,
her son walk with the TV set in hands.
Immortalised in a photo,
the sadness remains.
(Immersive writing inside Ulster Museum, Belfast, UK. Based on the troubled past of the city)
The streets burnt,
homes razed to ground,
the rubble remains.
This Brutalist architecture
not by choice sustains.
A crying woman,
her son walk with the TV set in hands.
Immortalised in a photo,
the sadness remains.
(Immersive writing inside Ulster Museum, Belfast, UK. Based on the troubled past of the city)
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