Poem: Days of Decay

Growing in a thin beast,
largely enough to suck us all.
Technology is a great achievement!
We cannot abide it,
we enhance technology
as morality.
Children turning into men
befriended by technology
with their drain brains. Often- getting sick-
by the turmoils of what's left of nature....
May I say, pollution, pollution!
The children are walking over it, breathing it, feeding it.
Aggravation is what's coming
to fulfill our egos'.
Days with sickness and more technology to breed it.
Days of mentally exhaustion,
Days that humanity is not same...
with no values to contend...
-Decay-