Painful fluorescent light is the first thing you realise

It numbs the noise for a second or so

Then that arrives too

Rushes into your ears

Disturbs the depths of your soul 

You wish she would stop staring

But she is everywhere

In all the windows

In all that gloss and shine and noise

A lie of perfection, she fits into this place of deceit 
Trolleys whirl, an appendage of the people

Filled with not needed things

A child screams

Maybe they see it too

Luckily children only disturb their parents
Mass purchases of drones shape the economy

With more noise

More purchases of water in plastic

I think I saw bananas wrapped in plastic

Maybe they were the ones being thrown out
Don’t be dramatic, this place is not a warzone

Just the cascade of convenient consumption

But that diamond sparkles with the memory of someone who died for it

And the red of that bargain shirt is coloured

by the child’s blood that seeped secretly into it
And below us the earth quickly burns.