Life is Fair

[ Yesterday and Tomorrow are just two sides of the same coin]

I breathe fire,
My nose smells tyres,
I see a dark silhoutte,
Remains of a faithful citizen,
A member of the small congregation downtown,
Only that his hands were made of cold magnet,
All we did was warm them with rubber,
And now he lies like rubble.

My stomach rumbles,
The shop to my right is pregnant with hanging food,
My eyes cant just turn away,
I wish my pocket could talk as I walk,
But all I feel there is the breeze,
Coming down from my scratched thighs,
Up through the hole that the mice made.

Ouch!
Did my feet greet stone?
Well, they are used to worse things anyway.
To my right is tarmac,
But will my feet absorb all that heat?
Well, I sigh.

Let me move to my favorite spot.

This is my seat,
A fallen electricity pole,
Painted with posters three years old,
All begging for turnouts.

My mind goes back to those days,
When their sweet vowels fed our hungry ears,
When their voices rang in our heads,
In the confines of the voting booth,
When to their cunning talk we fell prey.

I watch the sun set,
A big brown ball,
I stare at it, setting slow and steady,
Through a set of illuminated clouds.

In it, I see a replica of my heart,
Red from long time bruises,
It has passed through many clouds,
And I know its on its way to set.

I sigh,
I dont want to walk in the dark,
I will be lucky to sleep with my feet,
Yet I dont want to walk in the light,
My son will ask for a grant,
Anyway, he knows I work,
If at all he knew that everything that avoided me today is work.

Anyway, I will do what I do best,
Pretend that everything is alright,
And look forward to the same old dawn,
With a tired body and soul.