The dizzying city lights
The speeding trains
The unending queues
Of people in a mighty hurry
I watch them all
From my little seat on the wall
Nothing surprises me any more
Neither the scams nor the scandals
That are regularly reported in the journals
Stories of men and women
Whose only creed is unabashed greed
They have no time to dwell on the means
For them it is only the end that counts
They do not ask why they need the millions
They concentrate on how to make them
For them talks about simple living
High thinking or even just plain ethics
Are considered to be
The idle pastime of neurotics
In this environment I often wonder
If there is any scope for improvement
Or will we just drift with the tide
And await a providential denouement.
Sandra Martyres
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