A Little By Little

 A little less of the shiny stars,

A little more of the City lights.

 

Recurrent alarms 7 in the morning.

No Dawn Choruses Birds Once Sang,

Before making an Early Flight.

 

No Friends Strolling in the Park.

Only Music to Hear and Fingers to scroll,

Only Monthly Subscriptions for Eyes.

 

Chatters and Fun? No Time for That.

All are Clogged in this Virtual Drain,

 Still got Time to Post Stories in Disguise.

 

Money, Ambition, Status

Sucking up the Heart that Once, 

Flew like a Kite, out in the Open Skies.

 

A Little Less of Sympathy and Community

A Little More of Humanity's Demise.