A poem

Creative Writing Student 2020

Crawling through the ruins

of what we have become.

Towers go on spewing

And all for a meager sum?

 

Progress marches on and on

Aspiring towards a lofty goal

But will we reach it before we’re gone?

For now we’re just doing damage control

Far away workers toiling day in, day out

Piling, moving, shuffling slag

We don’t even hear their shout

We just read the “made in” tag

The suits go on smiling

The evidence ignored

As the money keeps piling

Content to sweep aside the horde