Take me where the wind blows
Over lush green fields and open spaces
And the eyes can gaze into
The brightness of a clear blue sky.
Here in this lost 'City of Joy'
These towers of Babel reaching for the sky
Cloaked in the glitz of neon blouses
Stare at me with the emptiness
that surrounds a prostitute.

I stand alone. Dwarfed by brick and mortar.
Mortified by some savage incomprehensible truths
The masses throng the street
Seeking the same spirit of all humanity.
Only the bulge of the wallet
Determines the level of their indulgence.

I am not a player at this giant Colosseum.
I only see the roles being played out
In an endless seam of blood, toil tears and sweat!

On my stage miles away....
The drama played out is not a tragedy
And I bow my head in joyful humility
Oblivious of why I was head hunted for that role!