Crazed sirens howling through the city in search of Ulysses

The dust layer,
the huge layer of dust
which accumulates above the heart ...
That can't be due
to the passage of time,
to life
Our society is dying,
a good makedup corpse
and presentable
The end of the world?
There is already a new one on the way.
There are more homeless children
in the streets
than available schools.
There are more police
than nurses.
One can buy everything
in this "wonderful" place
where heaven and death
kissing on the street
globalization devours everything,
spits it all,
burns everything.
And it grows and grows ...
as a cancer
and metastases
the air smells of diesel,
no stars on the city,
boys swallow fire
for a few cents,
in the corners of the great avenues.
And those crazed sirens
howling through the city
in search of Ulysses