Social Decay Poem by Amos Greig

Steel capped icebergs' pierce the sky.
In artificial towers
Rapunzels refused to let down their hair,
Satisfied to watch the tired and hungry
Like ants scrabble for scraps.

Sharp eyed ‘suits' stand at bullet proof windows.
In climate controlled towers,
A hand forms an O shape
Crocodile smilers imagine crushing every bug
Before returning to solitaire and innumerable
Facebook updates.

Smoke like a jealous lover hoards the city
Smothers the masses in her choking grasp
Industrial furnaces churn out mass produced
Tomorrow's perfect flawed commodities
Shelf life limited

The seagulls fight over scraps
Countries and business
Scrabble and bicker over dwindled resources
Unsullied beauty
The prima donna runs from the stage her
Makeup ruined.

It is always four degrees colder under the
artificial steel valleys
Cold caress of monumental man
They erode nature's purpose
Millennia replaced by minutes
Business and cities hold a diseased
Desperate need
To leave a legacy

Lines of tired and weary
Tramp towards the factory gates
Shackled to endless drudgery
Unnoticed the fisher king flies away
His place of beauty overcome with dross

The music box winds down
The ballerina stoops
Gathers her flowers accepts the crowds ululations
Masked youths rebel before a burning bus
In their towers untouched
The great smile and crow
Let them eat cake