The mind flutters in
The wind, gets washed
Like dirty linen in public, and
The sun fails to take away
The dampen spirit of the
Men and women, squabbling for
Space, homes, bread and peace.
With peace in pieces they wander
Aimlessly down the city roads,
Looking for a healthy resort!
With the Lord perhaps going to sleep
They are left without a guard and a guardian
As time’s fury assault them
Out of their existence, almost!
Salvaging the time is
The order of the day!