How did it come to this

Oh I saw this boy

on that huge parking of a shopping center

crying so loud, weeping so fiercely

He must have been four or five

dressed in baggy pants and sneakers

a quilt camouflage jacket

a black and white baseball-cap

he carried a tiny skateboard in one

and a Transformers-puppet in the other arm

He stood there behind the car

not moving

crying-weeping fiercely

in anger, refusal and despair

while his mom silently paralysed

digged her nails into the open door

of the black and dead SUV-car

clueless

what to do

and how it all came to this

And I stood on the other side of some road

beyond the ever moving traffic

digging my nails into my life and memory

clueless

how to help

and how it all came to this

While the little wheels kept intertwining

and the Machine cunningly showed its venomous smile