Threads and barbed wires
Laid one upon the other
Motor vehicles crowd living spaces
The sun illuminates contrasting truths
Loudspeakers and control towers
Degeneration in imminent arrival
Fashions dictate the rules
Alternate periods intersected to hard truths
Here where I am
There's a strong sense of loss
The emptiness is painted of indispensable
Pack of lies
All seems to be proper ...while my name is not even adapted!
Frenzy flows like a flood ...greasing our tired spirits!
Choked spaces kill our creativity
Can I return to the roots?