Lights, glare, colours, so blurring and vivid
The speed of life, Time’s monotonous game
Dolls’ houses, fancy shops, and worn-down houses hid
all so unique, yet so very same.
Men and women, like clockwork dolls,
with purposeful, determined, unhappy faces
insulated from the others by invisible walls
too afraid of leaving traces.
Long never-ending queues of cars
like a many-legged worm surging forward by parts
filling up spaces no matter how sparse
The red heat, sweat, B.P. – the traffic jam a farce.
It’s six o’clock and we come home
Lock the gate—shut the door—
Lock up everything as before a storm
We’ve had enough of the world, oh yes, no more.
Huge skeletons that we see today
Tomorrow changed to sky-scraping malls
What is it we don’t give, they say
“Buy a Swiss soup bowl and get for FREE!! two beach balls”
The deafening sounds of engines and shutting of doors
Of music, dark, metallic and rock
The haunting green coolness of lost village lores
The terror of living, like shadows, they mock—