The enemy of logic

I have seen my city yawning,

Where the people roll without aim,

Where they roll in their horror unheeded,

Without knowledge or lustre or name.

I have seen my city yawning,

Where the thoughts hover without prejudice,

Where they hover around still skyscrapers,

Without caution mutating into a dark abyss.

I have seen my city yawning,

Where the opinions drift without directions,

Where they drift in their misty vagueness,

Without memoir but an alien perfection.

I have seen my city yawning,

For it is nothing but,

The moulder of beauty,

The juggler of truth,

The enemy of logic.