Oldboy

He sat in his armchair by the window 

Looking at the brand new world outside

Different from the world he remembered 

This was the world of indifference 

Where communication was a weapon

And the youngsters knew how to use it

They were always ready for an argument 

And spoke in exclamatory gutturals

They never cared about making themselves understood 

They loved to be misunderstood 

The rewards of obscurity outweighed clarity

They did not believe in tradition

He had seen Burkha clad teenagers smoking

On their way home from school

Speaking merrily about their date later on

It shocked him. It amused him.

The world seemed to move at a dizzying pace

The city of his teenage was a drug and disco paradise

Opium dens and brothels dotted the landscape

But there was no rebellion like the one he was witnessing 

It was about apathy and partial understanding 

The disco had died but the city continued to sway to a beat

A dark mundane beat reverberating every street

From the prostitutes to the billionaires

They all said the same thing in different ways

‘Dance, idiot, dance. Dance or you die’
~NocturnalReflections 

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