Arid is the urban sprawl
Robbed of vitality and wonder.
Spewed with concrete and attitude
Lawns lay dead and forgotten;
Trees hang on to threads of pain
Patiently waiting for rain - through
Their forced slumber...
Energy resonates to the lack -
People gather with aimless thoughts
As the slow venom of mindlessness
Engulfs and fools.
(No nature sprites live here...)
Aliveness through life lost, to the demons
Who rule and corrupt,
What once sparkled with ease, now
Dredged with contemptuous greed.
A city of congestion and chaos
Lost to the mindless care of Politians
Focused on highways and cavalier.
Rivers lay heaving, parks barren and
Gardens are soulless in their emptiness
No fairies or gnomes –
No natural magic, all lost
No character, no charm, no life
Stolen by the bitter ones claiming
Preservation .... Pia