Urbanism

Streets defended by armies of coarse fiends –
their eyes will hypnotize my retina;
their mouths stretched by the fuel called loss.
People like ants will try to find
their way through the throng…

In the jungle emerged
we, in the solitude of thoughts,
remained slaves for the latent hope!

Will is the filth we sense in the lungs
each day our feet will send
fraught hidden messages…
for the next travellers –
and earth will be scared.

Dust brought by the creatures
will kill us all … like a cancer!

Boulevards will be filled with coffins,
and what remains
should be just orphan beasts…