The great American empire state
Built up in a field of dreams
Crowded with pragmatist children
Who try before they buy
Every emotion twisted by the media
and the pressing nature of time
The first civilization with no culture
But where does dignity grow? If vain our toil
We ought to blame the culture and not the soil
Yet culture is but a faint shadow
Evidently innocent and unimportant
Envy’s excellence has pierced the sky
Creating just alot of hot air and noise.
I mourn our blind fold arrogance
Sleep walking through
A technocratically geared
Socio-political mine field
Spraying unwritten signposts
This time with lime.
The sun is rising and envy has no root
Who will stand before jealousy?
Who will take the first goose step
Towards replanting the seed?
Blessed be the quiet man but he is very quiet
Woe to the pragmatists for they will do us all in