The big city celebrates its beauty with colorful neon light,
Tall billboards and deafening traffic noise.
Ethnic smells rise from food carts and wall vents on the dark streets,
Swirls in the thick air, competing for attention.
Giant steel worms crawl beneath the heavy streets,
Electric hum roars from their undercarriages,
Emerging from dark tunnels, they stop at lit caged feeding stations,
To emit and swallow back their human prey.
High above, in massive shiny Babylonian towers,
Faceless people look down upon the city through dark-tinted windows.
The hum from below rises steadily through the skyscrapers’ pillars,
Generating tiny ripples in their steamy coffee cups.
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere,
A modern-day survival mantra the city wears with pride.
The bright prominent enclave that forever regenerates,
Continue to embrace you long after you leave.
,בַּזְּמַן הַזֶּה רוֹדְפוֹת אוֹתִי תְּחוּשׁוֹת קָשׁוֹת
מִלְחָמוֹת טוֹבוֹת פּוֹרְצוֹת בַּקַּיִץ
The thundering falls like an ancient beast,
,בְּבוֹקֶר לֶכְתֵּךְ יָצָאנוּ לְלָווֹתֵך
,הַלַּיְלָה צָפִיתִי בְּתוֹכְנִית טֶלֶוִיזְיָה
The world today is lit in shining colors,
,וַיְהִי עֶרֶב, וְיֵרֵד לַיְלָה
,לַיְלָה, מְאוּחָר
Before you decide,