Modern Time

There is a reservoir of rainwater,

In the tireless metro roads.

There are screaming crows,

were the householders

prays no guest.

There are plastic currency,

were appropriation becomes 

a prey even for the ordinary man.

There are pursuits of survivors, 

were companions and competitor

are indistinguishable as 

corporate metamorphoses.

There are numbers and names 

who lost identity in memory as 

silicon claimed our neuron capability.

There are tweets all around, at the 

charge of birds, where 

precocious technology activates us.

There are emojis free of cost 

than feelings, where expression 

wears camouflage and rests in a daze.

There are relations, ruined by the 

timing of advanced network 

than genuinely meant emotions.

There are species, scouring for 

the lost territory in the garden, 

where decorated plastic debris 

is a duty, of a responsible citizen.

There are attractive promotions, 

that pledges to incarnate achievers, 

who did dropped scholarly, 

where creativeness lost hope.

There are cafe shop and coffee shop,

were costs categories the stature.

There are accessible livelihoods,

Were passion reaps existence 

for artists.

There are weddings 

made in heaven, with wealth,

were souls staggers in torment.

There are reliable bicycles and legs in progressive life

where heavy lifting greases collapse the reserves of a household crust of mass.

There are peaceful roads, 

with unbroken windows 

where shooting game is a new 

form of obsession 

across the world.

There are glimpsed virtual complexions,

where soulful eyes never meet, 

even when the distance is sparse.

Progression should be thoughts 

not with the period.

As an individual progresses towards a contemporary mindset, a modern community will emerge that protects the realm.

It's not too late to reconstruct our contemporary society.