Progress? Poem by DM W

Our marked ‘progress' towards the stars
Is littered with failed experiments.
And although we are now comfortable
Navigating through cyberspace,
We are losing kudos in terrestrial terms.
We are still paralyzed by unfounded fears
Like children afraid of the dark.
And the spiritual has been filtered out
From the infotainment of existence.
Woe to those who unknowingly hide
The parched wastelands of their souls!
Perhaps we need to reconsider
The blueprints of our elaborate designs:
Reflect on their innate purpose,
Rather than seek supine asylum
In a plethora of glistening gadgets.