Distracted to the raw bone
Past time on a mobile phone
What’s up what’s coming down
Mid age crisis of a wealthy town

Groups of people on their feet
Speaking their voice walk the street
Facing the narrative of the mass
Thousands of beings on the grass

Peaceful but with a boiling blood
Emotions pent up in the gut
Clogged up arteries now getting fit
Fast food chains covered with spit

Essentials like drugs smokes and wine
The game in which supermarkets shine
Little mum and dad’s shop on the brink
Extinction of the man who dares to think

Something bad stinks fishy and rotten
Power went to head of those who forgotten
The beauty of life in its former glory
To serve its people through love not gory

High fly the dove together with the wise owl