Modern Poem by Christopher Tye

Modern

Rating: 3.5


Modern

Modern modular buildings without a soul,
Obsolete craftsmen side-lined by progress,
Death of human spirit and free thinking,
Earth being overwhelmed by modern pollution,
Rain forests ripped up for more cities,
Now we are building the seeds of our destruction.

By Christoper Tye

Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: modern,progress
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Annette Aitken 23 August 2016

You are the master at these Acrostic.... Annette

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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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