FicWad

When all the world is fading into steel,
And interaction pales behind machines,
Our souls soon cease to value what is real,
And fantasy replaces what is seen,

When trees and parks lie bulldozed into homes,
And pigeons are the only birds to fly,
Our pensioners are left to freeze alone,
And children shout beneath a smog-grey sky,

When privacy is worth more than relief,
And kinship dulls to just another word,
Our ears are closed against each other's grief,
And voices kept to whispers die unheard,

When all that life and love could give is slain,
Then we must scrabble on, through the remains.