Progressive Idealists? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rippled effects of landscapes being caught in reflections of
windows located in skyscrapers.

Tantamount to elevated heights, tossed above the city in
spirits of progress.

Avalanching down streets, buildings scatter reality to the
wind and man's folly seeks praise for it..

Running to outrun the growth of progress, calculating
architectural styles and models does not qualify any of it as
art of beauty.

People do not wish to sound ungrateful, but there are better
ways to spend money and gain fame.

Progressive idealists are undoing the very qualities they are
seeking to fund.

Although developers find a certain monetary gain, there seems
to be no other purpose in minds, except to grow and prosper
alone.

Not sharing the ill-gotten gains with another person, selfishly wishing for some recognition.