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.