Look At Me Society Poem by Allan James Saywell

They walk along
With heads bowed over
At bright screens
With information lost
In fields of clover
Look at me
For i cant see
The rest of
The plastic society
They walk past
The homeless youth
With hats held out
For money toward
An easy hit
Look at me
You old people
From the old society
Most of whom
Drive old steel cars
Built in what used to be
Their old society
Please look at me
The young look at me society