A Lost World

Era of golden dreams

Whose better times

Are long since forgotten

In the haze of greed.

When

A promise meant

The true value

Of one's word

And honour.

Not today's

"Well maybe

If I can"

Type of promise.

Leaving you

With the feeling

You don't really matter

As a person.

Beyond

Being a number.

To be manipulated

And extrapolated

When the need

Arises.

Like points of data

In a data base

By the number crunchers.

Caring not

About the needs

Of those

They profess to.

Scattered

Around the roadside

Of life

Like road kill

From the previous night.

Left for

The scavengers to pick

Among the carcasses

For tonight's dinner

Without a second thought.