City Of Enigma

I love this city,

it's a pity how in other places people who cover their faces behind scars we can't see switch blades for money in alleyways end up caged behind bars.

I love this city,

where we don't really have to worry about cars carrying bombs fueled by hate and discrimination, where more ideologies than lives are at stake.

I love this city,

this nation where foreign relations means quarreling over the price of water coming to a slow boil and not waging war over oil, explosive.

The question stands:

Perhaps the question is not 'what do we have to fear' but rather 'what kind of fear do we have'?

In this city, walk out the door, curtains up, it's a pantomime:

Ladies and gentleman, for your safety, please stand behind the yellow line.

Ladies and gentleman, for your safety, please become passive beings.

For your safety, please watch TV regularly and eat processed food,

For your safety, fear interaction,

For your safety, please, fear to speak to the person sitting next to you.

After all, he or she might be that suspicious looking passenger they keep telling me to look out for,

So I will lock my doors and windows behind bars shaped like grills,

And I will scramble for my seatbelt if I see a man dressed in white on a motorbike,

And I will not smoke near the interchange in fear of some strange man wanting to make me pay 300 dollars for endangering the health of the other commuters who're breathing in the stealthy invisible fumes of their buses anyway.

Nothing I say can truly express;

How much I love this city,

And how much this city loves me,

After all we are free, these laws are for our benefit.

There's nothing to it, we have a loyal, patriotic army willing to give their lives for the greater good,

Men who would gladly fight for the nation that made them serve two years of their lives on paychecks that could barely pay rent,

It's evident that we're safe.

But just in case:

Ladies and gentleman, please, for your safety, fear interaction,

For your safety, please, do not speak to the person next to you,

And please, for your safety, stand behind the fucking yellow line.