THE VULTURES

           

Dark night, few lights on the roads

Roars and squeals of monsters

Trampling the roads and rushing

Carrying the carriers of evil

Those Vultures in human flesh

From one crime to another

On the chest of sleeping city

Thus, hover the Vultures

On a deserted corner on crossroads

Leaning against the wall

The wall of high rise

Gazing with bewildered and charmed eyes

Near a curled up sleeping dog

There sits the boy

Yearning to ride those monsters

Dreaming to rule the city

Ready to be a carrier of evil

Fully charmed and lost

He just wait his turn

Soon he may ride one

Soon he may knock on the door

Maybe mine maybe yours

Or the Vulture who has lost its reign of evil

Who is spared when the sky is dark

This is not a game to be played

Under this black melancholic sky

Amid the cruel laughter of Vultures

Leaving behind our children on their mercy

Until the day that we breathe our last.