Moscow today, billionaire’s haven
the hammer and sickle
have been thrown aside
Burnt cigar butts, opium fields
Families torn apart
Getting mugged in broad daylight
The rickety bus, the noisy alley
Cardboard box like houses
Working day and night for a few hundred pesos
The woman next door
Moaning in pleasure for hers
Waiting in long queues at the ration store
Few eggs , some rice
A bar of soap , some knick knacks
Expect them to last even 10 days?
Come let’s go back to the land
I always longed to go
The powerful , the merciless
The stone hearted
The economy that came tumbling down
Detroit that’s become a deserted town
Locked houses , so many cars – no takers
A hierarchical pyramid they created
Standing on its periphery
To the world outside
Presented a rosy picture
But buried in it , their own people
Motels overflowing with people
Tents that have emerged on the road
From skyscrapers, pink slips thrown
Even after this they suspect me
Because my name is Rashid
My country may be an old theater
Still I see people dancing in the aisle
Theirs like a swanky multiplex
Where people walk in and out like robots
