Steel capped icebergs' pierce the sky.
In artificial towers
Rapunzels refused to let down their hair,
Satisfied to watch the tired and hungry
Like ants scrabble for scraps.
Sharp eyed ‘suits' stand at bullet proof windows.
In climate controlled towers,
A hand forms an O shape
Crocodile smilers imagine crushing every bug
Before returning to solitaire and innumerable
Smoke like a jealous lover hoards the city
Smothers the masses in her choking grasp
Industrial furnaces churn out mass produced
Tomorrow's perfect flawed commodities
Shelf life limited
The seagulls fight over scraps
Countries and business
Scrabble and bicker over dwindled resources
The prima donna runs from the stage her
It is always four degrees colder under the
artificial steel valleys
Cold caress of monumental man
They erode nature's purpose