Progression

Walking along the bitumen roads,
Engulfed by gargantuan structures
Gleaming in the sunshine offering a cold stare.
Reminiscent of the locale that man hath dare,
To create his environment, caring for none.
Destroying foliage, flora and fauna,
As if they mean little to him any more.
On the highway, angry horns blare
Whilst passers by make way for the guys in scurry
Who's forgotten all and sundry are in hurry.
In this world of Internet and cyber cafes
With machines superior to live faces
Human kind has become egoistic some more...Alas!
The expansion bubble is about to contract,
Things in society are not intact.
Felony, horror, malevolence on the rise,
One has to STOP! To ponder twice...
Who hath brought this self-destruction!
In the voyage of progression.