Nine To Five

By Salman Tamimi

Te alarm rang and broke the dream

Te body dragged in thirst and need

Ironed shirt, neatly creased

A silent mind wretched in piece.

Into the sunshine, down the street,

Entered the cage of glass and steel.

Endless monotony, a drudgery of routine

Not very far from lifeless machines.

When money precedes comfort and sleep,

Te world seems rude and mean.

Crushing the pain in all extreme,

A fake smile that never reveals,

Te growing scars which do not bleed But crave for air, desperate to breathe.

Out of the caged and down the street

A little food and a little relief.

Te body falls back to sleep

Waiting for the alarm to repeat.

By Salman Tamimi