Ramble 104: Living on…

Shattered glass like a myriad of hope
Revolving colours but like a pyramid of stone
A young novice and blue overalls, the factory’s violent call:
“Fire, melt and shine”
So it goes.

A piercing reflection on the 27th floor
A proof of down below
Spittoons, urchins and hawkers on the shabby street
“Push, (b)rise and settle” the heavens speak
So it goes.

A chant of Om Namo; the lotus bud fellow
His heavy boot and some poor flies
Down goes the hawker’s meal for tonight
“Cry, cry, starve and die”
So it goes.

A child’s living corpse; no morsel of food inside
Poverty the eagle, they the prey
It is a jungle of the iron lord
“All work ain’t no gain”
So it goes.

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