City Of Glass (Inflation) Poem by Arno Le Roux

City Of Glass (Inflation)


Careful upright as they hoist at night
Translucent pure is what you're sold
Of green transparent block sun light
Stairs to levels where souls are hold
New draughtsmen lined an ancient rite
We buy new fire with numbers cold

Climb hasty up the polished stairs
The system calls your soul to gain
Our actions watched by icy pairs
New the coins their hi-tech game
Hopes are placed with numbered lies
No more printed bills to blame

This city has foundations none
No more warmth and sunny rays
Being human, that's almost gone
Plain survival of coming days
Built to block the truth from shone
Truth reside in Sun Tzu's plays

Arno Le Roux 2015