The dizzying city lights <br />The speeding trains <br />The unending queues <br />Of people in a mighty hurry <br />I watch them all <br />From my little seat on the wall <br />Nothing surprises me any more <br />Neither the scams nor the scandals <br />That are regularly reported in the journals <br />Stories of men and women <br />Whose only creed is unabashed greed <br />They have no time to dwell on the means <br />For them it is only the end that counts <br />They do not ask why they need the millions <br />They concentrate on how to make them <br />For them talks about simple living <br />High thinking or even just plain ethics <br />Are considered to be <br />The idle pastime of neurotics <br />In this environment I often wonder <br />If there is any scope for improvement <br />Or will we just drift with the tide <br />And await a providential denouement.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-often-wonder-3/
