JAPA
I was sold a dream of riches, of streets paved with gold, of the immigrants dreams My streets became too small for me, My friends steeping stones for this quest to this el-Dorado So I stole, lied, cheated scrimped and saved , to be insta-ready and tik-tok cool Japa was my dream The whispers came in bits and pieces Of the dysfunctional relationships of the Japarians who killed their spouses Affected by the alienation of affection, subjugated patriarchy, Of the men who could not speak and women who had grown wings I had known of the toilet cleaners and mortuary attendants, urban legends, not my portion My path would be different, or so I thought But I saw then the cold eyes beneath the cold smiles The repressed anger from my distant kin The zombied streets full of the living dead The streets paved with work , taxes and debt The more I aged, the less I saw, the more I worked My friends who I left behind had grown up in the hole And thrived, their eyes full of ease with life,