By
Noel IHEBUZOR
City of the superfluous and inadequate
home of the ubiquitous chasing anonymity
as poverty resides rowdily with affluence,
and contractors seek contacts with tiring influence
vendors long past utility
the new sing old refrains with waning zeal
the old revisit overused swan songs,
as the clocks tick fast and slow, undecided
the placards of today announce the ruins of tomorrow
We all sing with different voices
different times, different topics,
craving harmony with discordant tunes.
The houses tell tales of indecent haste and taste riots…..
and in the ever enlarging rowdiness, haze and craze
the only person you can see and trust is yourself,
and even this dimly, dimly and dimmer
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Reflections 