Hometown

In my hometown, I do not belong. Paved streets, Brick houses, More cars than bicycles, But no trees, And the village is gone. In my hometown, I do not belong. Noisy MaJiang halls, Lyon-lighted massage parlors, More food stands than bookstores, But not one library, And the cinema is closed down. In my hometown, I do not belong. Stinky creeks, Filthy ponds, Plastic bags, foam plates And flying papers But no dumpster to be found. In my hometown, I do not belong. Little kids running around, Old people looking on, All in the streets, Chatting, shouting, laughing, Cursing, fighting, But where is the playground? In my hometown, I do not belong. Things have changed, For better or worse, Let bygone be bygone?