Gated Community Poem by DM W

O there is a gated community
On the outskirts of an old Northern town:
Where the rich & the wannabees reside.
They live removed from ragged poverty.
They are kept safe by surveillance's cold eyes.
They are possessed by their possessions.
They are keen on image, health & fitness;
Rather than the finer points of culture.
They may think they are better than the rest.
Yet it's clear that their hearts & minds are dead!