El Dorado

el dorado

Welcome to El Dorado,

Where hopes are planted along the median of the road,

Where certainty is as certain as the sky,

Where the future is as concrete as the monolithic towers that dominate the land,

And where millions arrive to have their dreams fulfilled.

A million dreams.

A million hopes.

And a million people who didn’t know better.

Welcome to El Dorado,

And here is where promises are written in neon.

Promises of a beautiful tomorrow;

Promises of a thousand years of relief;

Promises of love, leisure, happiness,

Life;

Promises that are nothing more than a part of the seduction.

Here is where flocks of greed line up along telephone wires;

Where jealousy overflows the drains;

And where the smog of mistrust hovers in the sky.

Welcome to El Dorado,

A quicksand of paranoia.

The next time you hear an unknown scream,

It could be somebody’s last.

The next time somebody else hears an unknown scream,

It could be your last.

A million dreams now in distress.

A million hunger now creeping in.

And a million truths now showing,

As the neons switch off.

Welcome to El Dorado,

Where the towers have been demolished,

Where the sky has fallen down,

Yet where hopes still continue to be planted along the median of the road.

Only to be cut off

Even before

They could reach out for the sun.

Welcome

To El Dorado.

Rafi Omar