The traffic light towers ominously above
In its countdown of your death race.
You call it life, the green signal calls it rat race.
Innocence is shattered into a million dust particles
By the blaring horns here.
The chaste are stripped till they become one
With the savage,
Pruning themselves in luxurious cars
For the midnight orgy called night life
In the city.
Aspire to be one amongst the brute.
Aspire to procure shiny metal packaged in murderous fuel.
And then, you will hear
The symphony of necessary evil;
The song of dis-illusive reality—
Coiled tightly around your dream—city noise.
