Flat Earth

Another block of flats appears,

Knocked up in no time,

One more concrete absurdity,

One more sand worn abyss,

Littering the urban landscape.

Its easier to build vertical levels,

Than across the cluttered city.

An infinite expanse awaits high-risers,

In futile attempts to conquer the Eleventh Apollo.

With each prospective buyer,

Hopeful Aldrins and Armstrongs.

Architects make mountains out of molehills,

To replace memories of a happy home,

With fulfilled dreams of a truncated space,

A home stripped down and reduced

To its bare essentials..

Freedom is downsized with space,

Shrinking room causes a shrinking of the mind,

As people think small in a constricted place.

More like zoos than a living area,

These anthills take precedence,

Over conservation of wildlife,

As money and hoarding people,

Means more than trampled ladybirds.

Home was where the heart was,

But the continent has encroached our isle,

And taken us further from the solid ground.

© menshallknownothingofthis.co.uk 19.07.2009