More and more to our suburban sprawl
Proliferating roads with rush hour crawl.
Crush of humanity completely unfurled
Replacing an irretrievable natural world
Along with farm lands never more tilled
Buried by progress that’s never fulfilled.
Identical houses lined up in many plots
On biologically sterilized landscape lots.
Residers never happy with their things,
Joneses always having the latest bling.
We look in wrong quarters for invaders
Thinking foreign, possibly alien raiders,
Imaging assimilation coming from afar,
Blind to how much like the Borg we are.
Copyright © Edward Johannes | Year Posted 2015
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