Modern

There were lonesome farmers in the meager farmlands,

And it soothed my heart and gave me hope. 

In the river, floating was 

Bottles instead of fishes, 

And I could see the ignorance,

Of the Sophisticated and Polished of animals- Man, 

And they claim themselves Civilized. 

Few workers with their bare hands went right into the ditch, 

And they were trying to make a living. 

What more do we say and do, 

Then take our eyes off the window, 

And plunge ourselves into the screen to call ourselves Modern.