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Neon Lights Neon Lights
by Nikos Laios
2014-04-03 10:21:12
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Neon Lights

The coffee percolated and
Flowed like thick sheets of lava over the rim
img_1001_400As the morning sun filtered through
The office blinds picking up flecks of
Dust in the light, and
He wondered;
Are the children crying?
Are the children dying?

Like globules of mercury,
Beads of sweat
Trickled down the worker's face; as the
Jackhammers pounded and built
The new tower, and in the other side of the world
The women laughed and ululated, and
He wondered
Are the children crying?
Are the children dying?

In the hot sun
the crowds stroll down
The promenade, where
The beautiful women
Swell in their dresses
With bouncing curls
Their scent lingering in the air,
While the young mens' passions 
Burst beneath the volcanic crust
Of their chests, and he pondered;
Are the children crying?
Are the children dying?

As the spent crowds meander
Back home under the glow
Of the neon lights,
Walking by stale beer halls
And whiskey bars,while the pimps,
Whores and dandies parade,
He caught a reflection of his face in a passing puddle
And in that one fluid moment,he
Fell down to his knees and
Cried at his desolation and thought
Of the people of the third world,
And understood then;
The children are crying,
The children are dying!

But the question came to him;
Who is richer?
They or I?


A poem from the collection “A change of feelings” written by Nikos Laios


With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios


Nikos Laios, North Sydney, Australia

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bohdan2014-04-04 00:05:45
I am for reading your poem. Thank you.

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