Monotonous, Modern Metropolis

The hunchback
Drags his leg
Shuffles and stomps
Stutters greetings and dismissals
As he looks out
Over the pock-marked scenery
The view of mother nature
Garbed in her most fetching clothes
Obstructed
By a battlefield of acne
And scar tissue
As construction sites
Too numerous to count
Erupt volcanoes
Of glass and steel
Solidified into a desert of ugly,
Faceless monstrosities
That stand empty
Out of reach of the needy.
Monuments to shelter
Without practical value
Cast their shadows
To cover those without means
And entomb them.
Thus is the price of progress.