A brave new world

I see,

men, talking amongst themselves

their wives waiting at home,

their life, their grazing goats,

the green that engulfs their


Looking from a moving car

all the colours merge

blend into one,

the unflinching grey

of the highway that travels through

the heart of the countryside

and holds power over

men, over their children

turning their minds into

giant pits of tar, foul smelling

and treacherous.

Suddenly, there is no one

to feed the goats anymore

no one to stay awake

in search of rain


abandoned fields

abandoned homes

abandoned kids

abandoned gods

only a screeching juggernaut

down a monotonous road

singing songs

of a brave new world.

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