Matilda

The streets were dusty
and the village wrapt in delusion
some walked up the road
some worked till dawn

But Matilda could never sweat
All she wanted was a dark night
To conquer her with dreams of splendor
far away from the village swamps

Neon lights were forever lit
A stream of cars treading below
as if pulled by an almighty hand
Towards a far away destination

That is all she saw
whenever her eyes were closed
For there was nothing for the eye to see
since the last comrades returned

They came back, empty handed
no arms no freedom only a ballot
and the hunger brew
until the village was torn

Each day was a long wake
for the day the mute pursuit begins
When neon lights becomes a reality
And the village is no more