a work in progress

We burned acres of freedom to make way for warehouse stores.
We gave up independence for a few more choices at the market.
We lost a soul and a backbone to erect steel and glass monuments to the dollar.
Now a sickness grows deep in my belly having been born into this world of greed
able only to hear and dream of the beauty that was here before the fall of idealism
and knowing that my daughter will have to take my word for it
that once upon a time men were strong standing side by side and there was little reason to walk on each others backs.