Our New Gods Poem by DM W

Gone forever are the days of gold & green.
For the old gods are dead.Our new gods create
Bleak skyscrapers. These cold steel & glass towers
Serve the vain interests of rampant power.
Our new gods devour mountains & forests.
And regurgitate endless sterile quarries.
They spit out multitudes of polluted cities
And motorways, supermarkets & factories
They mould assembly lines of human robots:
Who're obedient workers; mere automatons.
Our new gods are fleeting & fragmentary;
Devoid of vital spirituality.
These new neon idols seek to dazzle us.
For they function to distract us from ourselves,
And from the genuine possibility,
Of connection; of solidarity.