Nothing for the rats
Echoes scream, none shall listen
It’s now cast in stone
Intellectually
We’ve kept on the training wheels
Exchanged for progress
Our highest plateau
Workers achieved 100 years ago
Flourished, did the arts
Proletariat
Now under the spell of “tech”
The ladder up now burning
Riding the white elephant
Advancement now traded for
Convenience, despair
So you saved your very best for last, I see.
Wish I’d said that
The title fits well with the tone of the poem. The phrases “the spell of “tech” and “white elephant” are especially evocative.
Thank you for the kind words.
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