Progress

It was all too brilliant-
this gold encrusted world...

We dig into the hearth
of our hearts
and settle it with sand

We set off to work
on dismantling our earth
whilst building a fortress
of plastic and man
Of "fire and brimstone"
of a funny man's bones.
of a fairy tale's wings
and kidnapped dreams.

It was all too brilliant-
this gold encrusted world...
so we chip, chip, chipped away
the prosperity that gleamed.