Image by @alamcraft
Start from the sunrise with a cup of coffee
this city rushed by dream and pursuit of deposit
overshadowed by congestion in the morning and the reality of fiction in the newspaper
breadwinner dancing in jostle on the sidelines of the vehicles
a smile every time the traffic lights no longer red
there is opium fictitious stocked by queues of workers in the alternative pathway
there is hope that accumulated on the glass building mutually bounce
Brunch overheated, flooded parking vehicles
sidewalks support traders and binding pedestrians
youth jockeys and the officer sit together without prestige
this city is always humming, either on weekdays or holidays
through the music from the sound of vehicles, the hawkers, and they were asleep
ironic, breadwinner lulled by mystical hum-producing machines clink of coins
then making out with a sigh through the virtual world of a city
Night. This city is smart to hiding the sun and the dark side
accelerate time through the rapid construction of multi-storey mall
toxins metropolitan form of love without limit even imprisoned traffic
In many corners of sweat and sigh wilderness
I missed this city without shame and saturated
In many curses and wish list
I miss this city in the name of love and attachment
Medan, Cruel Beloved City