Streetstalk
Brisbane Streets talk,
As I walk,
Whispering quietly,
Of all the change,
Over time.
In the blink of our eyes,
In cosmic reality.
I know not why?
We humans have occupied,
This beautiful Jewel.
We have pushed
Ourselves
Into a world,
Of white man’s own making.
One that is made of bitumen, tar and cement.
Of concrete and steel.
And traffic noise.
Of pollution and climate change.
For what?
And why?
How did it all come to this?
All these plastic dreams,
As we all dance to the beat
Of the almighty dollar, and greed.
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