In this commotion we live,
In this chaos we sink.
Something’s definitely got to give;
For I can’t hear myself think!
Amidst the crowd of locomotion,
Among the cloud of toxic fume,
Devastation is in constant motion!
Reducing our breathing room.
The boom of loudspeakers,
Piercing through ears like a dart.
Making ones concentration bleaker;
While increasing the beats of the heart!
How will one survive in such an atmosphere?
What wonder can seek us through?
Are we to suffer till our end here?
Or we find a new land? but then, where to?