Urbania Poem by Joey Wade

Traffic screaming in a packed street, Children dancing in manias intoxicant
A wanderer walks with big eyes in an invisible land, Smell the garbage of your hearts you busy men,
See the poor mud huts with thatched roofs that lie in the shadow of the grand hotels of the rich,
Weep for their sorrows, narrow your angry glances with accusations of greed and murder to their 8 inch floors,
Run, run to the glamorous theatres, forget, forget the pain and misery,
the world chooses its tenants, worships fearsome idols with sounds of metal clinking in a temple street,
Bow, bow to the invisible up above, fight, fight your middle class neuroses,
Stare wide eyed at damsels wearing knee high jeans, retreat, retreat to your cave beneath ur sheets,
Grind your teeth to the sight of a policeman stopping to fill his greed,
Hide, hide your anxious ponderings, laugh, laugh with maddening imbalance,
Mock with defiance the probabilities of romance,
darken your thoughts with lustful desires,
Leave no stone unturned, hurt for all the tricks played on your heart,
Drink to forget the one person who could've changed it all,
Lose, lose your integrity in all the fancies and wishes that money seems to conjure from a world of insects and noise,
Rebel, rebel against mothers and fathers and their latent fears,
Speak, speak against the steel bars that they trap your youthful dreams,
weep, weep behind closed doors at the unfairness of it all,
Blare, blare the ghanas and the ragas of village poets,
walk near statues of souls lost in a desolate park,
Divide, divide your senses to puppet strings held in wide empty spaces,
Battle temptations of a generation divided unto itself,
dream, dream of the Louvre in romantic distant paris,
Soak your repressions in gin and vodhka,
babble tales of grandeur and righteousness, slump onto a pavement dirtied by outsourced sandals and cry at the agony of it all,
Cry that everyone else is always someplace else when you need them the most,
Go back to your home, recognize the monster raising his hands against the only one who stayed...??
Run back into the shadows, discuss vehicle crashes and the politics of matriarchal anarchy,
Why do we forget the smiles of the verypeople who once hoisted us over their shoulders...?
Remember the sun soaked days when a run in the streets barefooted, racing child faced competitors in elastic shorts was enough..?
Remember the suspenseful voyages of ages past...?
Dream, dream of the princess in perfection that will make everything disappear in matrimonial glory..! Accuse, accuse foes in masks conditioned by the culture next state, walk in roads of bright glares and commercial wares Feel, feel the abandon and the craze, feel nothing, feel anguish, feel jealous,
feel hostile, feel frightened by the beggars and their crazed stares,
preach doctrines of freedom and western imagination,
forget the pranic breath inherent deep in thy chest,
inhale smoke off tired old buses and their haughty conductors,
Fall into the pockets of the man next to you,
Act fantasies of rage in professional demeanor,
Imagine a land with no poverty, Imagine a world with no chastity,
See the moon abalze against the stars, sing tragic love songs beneath the skies,
Shoo a crow from your bike seat, gaze at people with no mind screen,
Dream of flats and that Lamborgini car, vrrooming against the ordinary cars,
Insult in vernacular fashion the friend of his foolish passions,
Think, Think of yourself as special in your westside stripes,
flanked by edges knitted of a blue dark night, sport trendy shoes,
speak the language of sitcom insanity, laugh and speak in fashionable drama,
Run away to the security of education and money, smile condescendingly when it comes to equality,
Cry for sympathy, look in the mirror as the tears dropp down a velvety cheek,
Speak of ages past, linger in sentences of shakespeare,
drown in quotes of Vivekananda, sport t-shirts of Guevara,
Live in a world of mass mania...