Sterile concrete slabs
rising out of the putrid ground,
brazenly jabbing the eyeballs
of all who pass by its ugliness.
Modern creativity at its worst
soon to be built,
inhabited by
robotic people.
Stamped by the mold
of cookie cutter land,
these plastic people,
their emotions and their lives
stamped out by mass education.
Yet, the bare concrete slabs
are a reflection of the people,
soon to inhabit this world
stark personalities for a sterile world.
Never to be touched by nature,
yet both are surrounded by
the remains of nature,
destroyed by beings of iniquity.
{c} 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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