Social Space Poem by Green Peace

One bedroom flat
Wired, telephoned, talking machined, CD ed, VCded.
Cooler ed, micro oven ed, fax machined,
camera mobiled, interneted all within
Barbies, donald ducks, teddies
Embellished with embroideries, marble
Decorated with synthetic plants, flowers, fruits
Little space left for dining, resting, chatting
Humans have no space to express their inner
urges, melancholies and dilemma
The world has become so infinitesimal a
place, so piffling, so pettifoggy
Some where in time commodities have replaced man
And transformed him too, into a commodity with life
Day comes to end
And unfortunately man himself finds no space at home
And saunters vagabonded in the wilderness
Of life, left all alone like a noble savage.