"Sinister Suburbia"
by Poet 16
The long cruel, sinister arms of suburbia reach out,
Sprawling ever onward, choking the life out of the wilderness,
Killing the animals, destroying the tranquility, the peace,
Trading splendor for shopping malls, creeks for concrete,
What have we done? Where is the fun when all is gone?
You’re all alone in a man-made jungle, steel and mindless masses,
A sea of people, constantly flowing, not knowing,
They are lost, hopeless, dying in their social classes,
Is this all we have? Money traps, and traffic, and turmoil?
We sweat, we bleed, we choke. All we do is toil,
All our lives, a year at traffic lights, guzzling more oil,
At the same time, the alcohol and drugs blind us to reality,
Giving fleeting hope once sought from God or nature’s serenity,
In some ways, Walden had it right. What we need is peace,
Escape from the grind that is doing just that,
Taking your life, by wasting your time with stupid crap.
Listen to the sound of the trees falling down.
You can hear it in the paperwork of hell.
