Modern
Modern modular buildings without a soul,
Obsolete craftsmen side-lined by progress,
Death of human spirit and free thinking,
Earth being overwhelmed by modern pollution,
Rain forests ripped up for more cities,
Now we are building the seeds of our destruction.
By Christoper Tye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are the master at these Acrostic.... Annette