NEW BUILDING BLOCK
Through another office window
I see a growth vast and tall
This is a plant of concrete and glass
Eleven layers of it erect and imposing
Kissing the clear blue skies
when sunshine reigns...
Hugging the dark, fertile clouds
When rains promise...
A short while back there was no building
Trees green and lively stood there then
Grass grew in a carpet of green summers
Too short to touch the skies
Too slim to block the breeze
The trees used to wave and sigh
But this building grew dumb, deaf and blind...
No longer do winters don new uniform
Of brown dry grass fading out for new
Now every eye-catch brings the rock-solid mass
Where before trees swayed in the breeze
Now stands transfixed the opaque beauty
Indefatigable human want demands its place
Human standards define its compare to predecessors
The vote is for concrete and glass and size
For in there the multiplying Adams and Eves
Will dwell with the biblical curse
Like ants in a colony...
Building more...
till there is no more...
(Author: Andrew Sesinyi; with a nostalgic view of the future present)
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