Here. This part of these spinning solar. life is a mockery. first its the world of lack. No jobs, no money,bad education,no electricity,no good roads,no welfare,no security, no . . . the no is endless. Our cities are slums, our surburbia is a joke. Problems, problems, problems, the ones you can solve, the ones that refused to be solved and the ones hurtling towards you. Poverty reigns here unchallenged rough,uglyand merciless.
Yet amidst these ugliness, billions of money are shared and spent by some of us who by violence and political whoring hijacked the asundry's purse for their own use.they glide by on our potholed roads, mansions sprout at our slums. Their bejeweled wives roam foreign lands for latest fashion, visit surgeons and his knife for body and facial recreation and come back to walk our dirt ridden, mud splattered roads with unsealed gutters laden with vilest multicolored erosion that stinks to high heavens. How bold they are with resentful eyes watching them. The sheer audacity sometimes confounds me.