It returns to its comfort, it golden
It a misty dusk, browny yellow
Sagged overhead ropes above my head
Barren street lamps with dead wombs
Tall rails and mask with drums
I was told it aids communication
Hear me am communicating
Evening classes over, with the long week
Bell suspended, with a smile so weak
Blaring soft music to cool the day
It a hectic week with long schedules
My part, the week was wasted...
Catch up at "daddy kitchen and bar"
Wait! Chicken republic's over there
Let drown the stress, swim in enjoyment
If only there was light,
You would see the beauty of the city
They caused, light ceased
And in hopelessness we hope
It a misty dusk.
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