The Irony of Development

Winds and rain
they feel no pain
smoothing out the peaks and valleys
Sun and shade
between the two a sharp blade
casting and cutting the earth into parts
Brick and steel
smash all like a wheel
separating in from out and you from me
Fiber optics and vivid screens
distort reality at whatever means
leaving behind dialogue for cheap data
Bombs and guns
Every color and country bear their gums
Killing one for another until there is nothing left