Broken Pride

The summer is over but things are getting hotter The summer is over and people are getting viler The sky is overcast and the birds are flying around It feels like a stranger has just entered the town. Grey sky is hanging above and the trees are standing still Not a sound not a thrill and the prophecy is about to be fulfilled There is a strange sound coming form a distance and I can hear a rattling under my feet something is flying around And the building and trees are tumbling down. “Help!” a desperate voice shouted, “Help! my father is dead come and take the concrete off his head”. The voice got louder and louder and screaming and shouts got bigger and bigger I looked across the street and examine the heated sun positioned in the center of the sky; it seems as if heaven was passing by. The radiant sun suddenly burst from underneath the clouds Filling the sky with uncertainty as it moves to and fro pointing With a merciless flow. Policemen clogged up in bullet proof vest And fire arm strapped to their body parade up and down the street in the burning heat. All of a sudden I feel a strange sensation underneath my feet And a gigantic shaking all around me, something is flying Around the town and many people are homeward bound A sudden commotion starts up into the town sending people Running up and up and down, its seems as if it is a traffic jam A mother holds her daughter’s hand, dragging her to hurry along. Something peculiar is moving above the sky but there is no safe place to land, it circle and circle around the edge until it stopped in the center close to the edge. There is no sound, no dust, just mystery moving around. Everyone clenched their fist, while taking a deep breath, young and old, and the middle aged were caught up in this terrible glitch. Businesses are outstretched and everyone is trying their best But there are more sellers than buyers and God is not answering their prayers. “If you curse me I will not buy from you if you hate me, I cannot love you,” the woman grumbled as she crosses the street. The prayers were not good enough to stop the boisterous threat. Everything has a set day and time for the long awaited destiny to come alive. Anxiety mounts and people are not concerned about what is coming to town, as soon as the sun start shining they continue to gallivant up and down the crowded street as if nothing is happening. Hands in their pocket and nothing to spare, some leaning and crouching on the corner and the language gets ruder and ruder. There is rudeness everywhere, disrespect fire bullets across the street, Go and suck your mother pussy, the bullets keep firing and firing without stopping. The pedestrians are walking around and around and the police are caught up in the mix they are walking in the crowd with long guns, in their hands, and bullets strapped to their chest, causing everyone to take a deep breath. The story is still going around, that a battyman is in the town and everyone look up at him with a frown. “I don’t like dunce people” The undercover mad man shouted from the corner, “you are making millions a day and they will soon have to beg” he shouted over and over again.” Suddenly, I heard a big shout from over the counter, “I want the batty man dead”. Crowded street with impatient shoppers, huffing and puffing, and doing things that are improper. The traffic is rolling in, and impatient taxi men are creating havoc with their musical horns. The rhythm goes up and down and everyone is making a different sound. As far as my eyes could see we are about to behold another history. The horns get louder and louder and the people get wilder and wilder. Without warning, I heard a scream from the corner, “God going to send a sign and move all of you”, The woman shouted from the grill in front of me, I have just spoken these words before leaving my home, the same warning has been filtering around. Stiff neck and stiff shoulder people walk around with pride running from their head straight down to the ground,many of them have been flying high, for decades, cussing and speaking derrogative language. They mock me in the home and look upon me with a big frown, I warned them of their fate but they scorned me and called me crazy. The chip is in the arm and tongue and others are inserted deep in the shoulder. Well-dressed men and women in cut out jeans and all types of fashion that is complete, climb up the little mall talking loud and creating a brawl that can be heard all around. Hands fastened in their pockets parading up and down the street while the music continues to play a silent beat. The clouds are getting darker and the confusion is getting more intense. Taxi men shouting and screaming, “Spanish town, Spanish town one more and ready” Bog walk, Bog walk come into my coaster” big horns heckled from mini bus and drivers are embroiled in a terrible fuss. Everyone wants to load their busses and taxi quickly so they cause a up stir that reached the heavens. The sun is going down and all of a sudden the rain burst out of the clouds to cool down the temperature in the town. The rains poured and stop quickly but it caused a terrible frenzy in the street. The voices got louder and the taxi men and bus men started a terrible uproar in the street. The honking horns increased and the bloody swearing got louder and louder. People started walking up and down the town with no proper destination, all the horn are honking together and cussing started to get louder. Big man little man running up and down the town without a proper plan to show in their hand. The town is shaking the pride is broken and dead bodies are scattered on the ground but the guava tree in front stood still and listen.