WHAT A SHAME!

This city - art by Luro 

this city counts its nights

spent in rejoicing 

and turns back the clock,

to the glory days

old but brand new triumph 

the ancient yet modern way 

of crying without tears 

to get a dose of sleep 

you'd do anything to get it

even kill if you have to 

automobiles and their glaring headlights 

wet, black, shiny asphalt roads 

pavements buying solitude like groceries 

long for people who would care to stop by 

nobody receives 

hand-written letters anymore 

no stamps to paste on envelopes 

no more mail boxes

in every nook and corner of the street 

the art of waiting patiently is over 

connections with friends and strangers 

seems the same 

four- hour heart to heart conversations 

are reduced to winks and nods 

or hand gestures when you cross paths 

unwillingly. 

what a shame! 

we're too busy

so caught up 

that we can't see beyond two feet

we used to make time 

earlier, for everyone and everything 

now we don't. I don't  

I blame myself 

and you 

I blame us all 

who is faultless here? 

not a soul 

and now you know 

who we are 

what we do

what we love and hate

what we fear 

and what we're made of 

seven billion humans, all lost 

in a trance, perhaps.

they share no common ground 

nothing to make them feel 

like they're a part of something bigger 

something larger than life 

nothing to look forward to 

and nothing to fix their identity upon 

silly people 

selfish by nature 

consumed with greed 

no room for sharing 

we try to fix our lives 

by breaking someone else's 

our happiness matters the most to us

and we don't take a moment 

to care about what others feel

we're great in every way. 

so we think. 

thank you very much.

are we anything more than 

a bunch of hypocrites?

or anything less?

- Luro