Every lamp post, tree and wall
Bears witness to nature's call.
Dogs are dogs and they will not heed,
But men in
The permeating stench and the spreading stains
Are circumstantial evidence to human drains.
The amber tell us to slow down.
But is merely greeted with an irritated frown.
For irrelevant of whether the traffic light
Is red or green, it's always your right
To speed if you like or stop if you dare.
And the traffic police..they don't even care!
Now let's shed some light on electricity
And the shedding of load with impunity.
For the city dependant on computers and the net
Has a deplorable lack of electricity constant.
Back-ups and inverters are up for offer
If flickering darkness you don't want to suffer.
“It's the rains” they very categorically state
When confronted by protesting citizens irate.
For the potholes are many. And deep. And wide.
Making travel a very bumpy ride.
You reach your destination with a pain in the neck
Having ditched your mind and a total nervous wreck.
But through the polluting morning haze
If you cast a sharp penetrating gaze,
You will see blue hills and green tops of trees,
Smell jasmine and champa wafting on the breeze.
And then, when I hear the trill of a birdsong
I know in my heart this is where I belong.