The World Is Unkind Poem by Matthew Holloway

The world is unkind
Uncaring, a concrete jungle
Destructive of the living
Hateful of nature
Cold steel, brick, mortar
Rises like tombstones
And the profit lines
Of a business graph
The green and the pleasant
Cut to slices, like a pie chart
Divided into opportunities
Scarce becomes all that is beautiful
The birds, bees, butterflies
The colours of each autumn
Now the dullness of fading brick
Broken tarmac and concrete
Lit by the orange glare of streetlights