Downcast city

The city is sick today.

It is infected by something invisible

Dictatory winds, bright morning

In a cup of smoky tea in the late afternoon

Poisoned by specialized vision;

In Einstein’s dead brain.

This disease is not pneumonia,

It is something that eats everything of thought, intellect, creativity, cerebrum

This disease eats our senses.

This city today is in an devil’s mood

Eats the power of values and merit

There is no sky in this city today

No birds are flying in the evening air

In a naked city, there is no definition of integrity

Here, just behind the fog across the yard,

the blooming flowers, carelessly cry!

There is nothing in this city today.