Green Town

Published: June 30, 2019
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Where there is so much darkness, and just no sound. PHOTO: GETTY

Where the church bells don’t ring,
Where the billboards don’t shine,
Where there are no street walkers,
Or hints of the divine.

Green Town, Green Town, Green Town.

The mosques are out of order,
The synagogues flooded to the brim.
Where the clothes have no glitter,
And the bracelets no gold.

Green Town, Green Town, Green Town.

Where the karma is tipped,
Where the shore is no more.
Where the sex has no pleasure,
No guilt or no pain.
Where the people are selfish,
So utterly vain.

Green Town, Green Town, Green Town.

Where the sky is shining,
And it’s raining too.
Where the earth is so tilted,
Titled to the moon.
Where the ordered disorder,
Is always so true.

Green Town, Green Town, Green Town.

Where the people are mad,
The dogs are so wild,
Where the gods have no say,
No justice, no morals.
Where the street is just cracking,
The boulevards so broken,
The skyscrapers so green,
The metal so brown.
Where there is so much darkness,
And just no sound.

Green Town, Green Town, Green Town.

Where the wounds just don’t heal,
Where the people just cheer,
“Hey do you see those sinless sinners?
Do you see them prancing around?
Do you see them indulging to their whims,
And their stories?”

Oh please, let this be clear,
Throughout all the lands,
Only one is where I stand.

Green Town, Green Town, Green Town.

Shariq Babar

Shariq Babar

The author is fresh graduate who is currently working in Toronto, Canada. He works as a content marketer, however, he has a strong interest in creative writing and film making. He tweets @shariqbabar

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