Disgruntlement

Everything is out of order.
Everything is out of place.
Hair is standing stick straight
Out of everywhere.
Nothing will go down.

For noise, there are horns,
abrupt horns,
and circus music.
Crows caw, just once,
and a flag sticks out the window,
stuffed and pushed.

There are no men now,
but inside this box,
men have problems,
men are victims
of their own doing.

Sentences stretch long,
silences longer.
The music plays on
and on and on again.
We are all to do something
about these problems.

In five years, we say,
culture will change.
We will do the work, of chaninging culture.