In a moment of darkness
With fist clenched shut with rage
I looked to stormy heavens
And begged damnation explained.
The sky rumbled on to evening,
To my question there was no reply.
Sleepily I sent head to pillow
Alone for another troubled night.
It was in dream I received Saintly vision
Of a man not of this land
Little was said between us
He wanted only to understand
Changes since his last visit
How exactly had we advanced.
My thoughts transported us outside,
Modern life a world surely enhanced.
We walked past buildings towering upwards
Automobiles gushed by our sides,
He stared at the litter in gutters
Watched bumper to tail stuck by lights.
Factories bellowed in background
As we made our way down street
Looking at the cars stood standing
He remarked ‘What’s wrong with using your feet?’
Someone begged in a doorway
Hoping for something to eat;
Wasted food spilled from trash can in alley,
Pensioner stared from broken public seat.
‘Rain again’ I tutted so he wouldn’t notice
Crazy paving clung to wheels of a chair
As he read mind bubbles of strangers
Concerned with love, money and affairs.
Back in the bedroom where I’d met him
He smiled disconcertingly,
I felt guilt weigh upon me
Exclaiming so he’d set me free:
“What do you expect one man to do?
There are 6 billion of us here on earth!
Each step forward brings us one step back;
I cannot change it with all of my worth!”
And slightly confused
He said – “I expect nothing of the sort.
I came here just to explore.
However, I’m obliged to tell you:
One is always a start…
Now, before my visit can finish
Is there something to me you must ask?”
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