OZONE

Hey, you there,

Inside your armour-car,
Hidden in your tiny world,
Listening to your little music
Staring attentively afar.

Hey there, driver!
In that self-protected dome,
Rummaging your weeny
problems,
In triple time to get home,
Watch your careless speed!





Hey you, Mr Dandy,
Singled out from the crowd,
Along a traffic-jam,
What are you thinking about?

Salut, Ms Mobile,
Honking at a poor bus,
She has to go shopping
And thus, forget about us!

Hey there, individual,
Of a billion population,
Move forward this dusty
engine,
It obeys your mindless will:
Is this life after all?


Lisa Torcato
August/2002