Urbanitis Poem by shubhen bhandare

In the city that never sleeps,
People blend with lonely crowds,
Human haste piles in corrupt waste,
Human flesh sells in butchers' shops,
Many takers of suppressed lust,
Throng here lest they rust,

Scattered bodies lie strewn,
On the altar along the roadsides,
Dogs and men are one and the same,
Dogs are better, they are faithful,
True to the food fed,

Water water nowhere,
Lots of beer to drink,
Guttural sounds of grunting pigs,
Inebriated sozzled intoxicated louts,
Reddish garish lupine pouts,

Things have changed overnight,
Pubs close before midnight,
Dances take place clandestinely,
Moral police do immoral rounds,
Culture shocks get electric ones,

People cry hoarse for entertainment,
Temporary solace to a permanent damage