The City

The crazy mind in the lazy body

Talks to the neon lights. 

The city of rusty dreams

Waits for the happy nights. 

The roads take the soul

Through the whispering trees. 

The land of hustling buzz

Waits for a new breeze. 

The cool wind in the blue mind

Blows for a while. 

The naked life talks to none

Waiting for a smile. 

The blood in the veins

Becomes more scarlet. 

The time warns of a blue chaos

For love and hatred. 

The dead city time and again

Tries to be reborn. 

The crazy lights struggle to console

The people, who mourn. 

The buses keep running fast. 

The trains do the duties. 

The trams fume in heavy anger. 

The city watches movies. 

The crowd does not talk anymore. 

The jobless cries in pain. 

The arrogant leaders keep talking

In outrageous disdain.

The time warns of chaos and chaos. 

The mind waits for peace. 

The city wants to rise up again-

From the chaotic abyss. 

There will be time to rejoice again. 

The hope whispers amidst the acid rain.