Dream Homes Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Dream Homes

After the sandy beach, the fenland with birds, foxes, rabbits, woods and ponds,
unspoilt by developers; but no more, real estate, condos,
have turned over the land like rancid butter, green lawns, soft grass, but not a cow
in sight, here only inedible golf balls fall.
Come buy an apartment good investment for you and the family, no one loses, why
have one home when you can have four.
Thousands of empty homes only used a few days a year watched over by bored
security guards; poverty is unseen here it has been eradicated, there is no need for
you to seek places where people live in shacks and under dirty plastic
unless you are seeking redemption for living a life of plenty