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Another memory of my adolescence,
where I spent my summers,
it is dying and fading away as skyscrapers
and yellow and black tape constrained.
The rose garden which used to be my home,
watching from space the Earth is
lonely and dry, with only glass buildings
and metal birds, and plastic flowers…
You can walk up to a child, enquire,
“whom is it that you envy and admire”
She will reply, “no such thing exists
but my mother’s dreams, her dreams and desire.”
The world has sunken in monochrome
They argue that they are each unique
just like every other person.
We are inactive personalities concealed
behind Zegna suits and shiny shoes
we live like an ant colony, we travel
on broken highways, through the air and
and we tunnel through ground.
Is this the life that you want?
The kind of civilization we strived for?
Tedious services that drone in monochrome,
The way we sit in air conditioned glass buildings
And have “meetings about global warming”
We are contradiction, we all long for peace and violence.
 
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