Rush of lives invades evenings’ peace.
Commuters break orders.
Communities are buzzy or are they wiz-dizzy?
Dawn seldom sinks with the melody of birds.
Rarely do we taste the tranquil moon and
the crickets’ band that sings while chickens roast.
When quietness is looted, who can meditate? When solitude
is besieged, who will innovate?
Where are communal squares?
How did this party flame creep in consuming lives so fast?
How did teens get deflowered by this wide life?
How many more broken homes will be listed in this year’s statistics?
We started counting them in hundreds since January.
Alas, will communities still bond in relationships and teach morals?
Alas, how are HUMAN BEINGS NOW ARE HUMAN DOINGS?