Vulgar

Vulgar

I am in the middle of crowd

Cursing as I have enter in

Not that I feel claustrophobic

But afraid of the people in

An ugly transformation I see

From man to monster

Conscience fly away

And what remains is faceless dirt

I am afraid of the lecherous eyes

The hands that trespass space

The sounds that jump my heart beat

The words that are opposite of grace

We talk of society

We talk of culture

Where do they vanish

Why in his face I see a vulture?

It smells of decay
The face shows the filthy layers

I am afraid of transformation

I am afraid of  the Mob

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