The unethical air
was beyond redemption
full with gases
only known to science
and men and women
with angelic-white coats.
The smog without
feel
but with filters
and painkillers
cannot give miracles now.
The illegitimate houses
and the un-mothered slums
visible only
with the polarized lens.
No editorials for them
No missing ads for these
counter-clock fucks
No ink for them
except
when jailed
and veiled.
I never found a poem
in these electric rainbows
and jordans
just few tweets
and hashtags.
Street vendors some how survive
in all these rages of nobodies
and fill up
the bellies of time-murderers.
How?
perhaps they don’t have a mirror.
Only Graffiti didn’t give
a fixed smile
the colors were busy
covering up the bullet wounds
given by woke system
and statistics made by
bones
who never knew
what empty pockets can
or cannot do.
Thy Vox 
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