Progress

Pencil scratches and loops of figures
A life of binder paper
cover the globe in the crumpled mass
'cause we'll clean it up later

Furs in summer and ballroom gowns
Fabrics red and white
warehouse coats fresh off the minx
squeeze the silk worms dry

A house for every man, oh yes,
let the animals share the tree
Mansions for the rich who live alone
Hollows for the rabbit family

If Adam and Eve
lived in under the stars
wore leaves of fig
wrote words on their hearts
Why do we need what we make
why do we "starve"?

Author's Note

of course i mean this for middle class america, not for the truly poor and starving.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You took me with you in many directions with your powerful poem. To understand the way of life ain't so easy. Detroit has the richest cities in the North USA surrounding the city. 22,000 will go hungry and homeless tonight. The poem question the logic of the human race. I like the ending. Poetry that ends with a question allow the reader to think. You are a very good writer. The poem is outstanding.
Coyote