From A Good Life To A Wretched Pedestrian Existence Poem by sam dan

It was the life of an intellectual
when there was time -
to contemplate, meditate, propose, reinvent
and help adapt to changing times…
to improvise and find more meaning in the things we did.
Now, we trudge like slaves
in a desert - this quicksand of life
where even fresh air is scarce,
clean water too precious a commodity,
you cannot afford to consider
thinking of the foods we eat
because all of it
has turned to genetically modified poison.