Away from the boisterous barging of the day
And melancholic musings of the metropolis,
Byways, highways, roads, and streets, trucks, tricycles, sedans, vans,
Motorcyclists, tans, sweated brows, and frowns.
Illicit and legitimate souls, all on the prowl,
Everyone, every day, ever religious, the Exodus,
Movement, and spirit, all so ubiquitous, coming from all directions,
Precariously meeting at traffic lights and confluent intersections.
Law Enforcement and offenders on guard,
Bus-stops littered with reckless pedestrians, and bystanders
Lingering on Boulevards. In close juxtaposition,
Affluent Pavilions, Sky Scrappers, Concierge Condominiums,
Drape the skyline, side by side with overpopulated low-cost housing,
Noise amplified, some abandoned projects waiting only to be gentrified.
Victors, Victims, and the Vanquished, a dirge for the dead,
While the living pray and wish, singing songs of justice with freedom chants,
You don’t need clairvoyance to understand the recalcitrant.
In a rat race where reality bites and regurgitates, like a prude I wait
In my place of Peace, where I sought Solace, Gratitude in Solitude.
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