My heart goes out to those poor souls in the wartorn city of Portlandia. Our thoughts and prayers go with them.
I asked ChatGPT to write an elegy for them.
An Elegy for Portland
O city by the western waters, once fair and peaceable,
now art thou clothed in garments of mourning.
Thy thoroughfares, erstwhile filled with the sound of industry,
do now resound with tumult and with lamentation.
Brother riseth against brother, and the very night
is rent with the crack of stone and the flare of flame.
The air is heavy with sorrow, as though the wounds
of our late Union strife were opened anew.
How long, O Lord, shall discord abide in the gates?
When shall the hand of mercy bind up the breach,
and peace, gentle and enduring,
descend once more upon thy troubled streets?