Lit Mag Poetry

A poem

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

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