Empty Crowds

A Poem

Roads are taking an endless stream of cars,

in many directions but none at all.

Stop at the light and go at green sight.

Yesterday it was five past nine,

Tomorrow maybe four or nine.

The never ending grey snakes travelling through this world,

Trying to find a reason and objects that do not commit treason,

To the greater idea of a world represented without the anxiety of fear,

But the nature displayed in its wonders is blushing,

With red cheeks when we look and stare and do not dare to hurt.

Wandering through the stinking hallways of other peoples lives,

While the city screams between its sights.

There is no stop for the pushing masses stumbling and mumbling

Towards the red headed numbing devil in varieties of glasses.

Culture clashes when pissing pioneers of nightly attractions,

Gaze at artworks of stone and paper.

The Monuments of forgotten and forthcoming shows are silent shepherds,

As hungry wolves drag their herds apart.

The firered flaming master of waters of forgetfulness is omnipresent

In the darkness of neon nights and light of dooming day.

Generations with homes or no homes have fallen succumbing to its gruesome claws,

Which put grappling grips on the central point of humanity.

Forlorn birds see pictures of grey in grey illuminated by a rushing blue,

That given a single spark could almost burst into a howl of fire.

Green grasses evoke ignorant feelings of being one with nature.

But the ancient gods of nature have retreated

From the pretense of a multicultural world,

Which segregates everything and everyone

Much like moving around the spitting stains on the sidewalks.

They have retreated into silent spaces,

Where their whispering screams die away in front of their glistening beauty.