Poem – Steel lands

God rays bounce off steel mirrors
Everyone walking in digital prayer
Suited monks on their daily pilgrimage
Warm holy drink in hand
Void of natural beauty inside their steel lands

Fresh air
Star gazing
Bird songs
Feet bear on green lands
Garden nourishment
Slow, simply, true
In motherlands

But their god is demanding
For diminishing paper
Material desires to replenish their empty holy land
So their pilgrimage continues through steel structures
On infertile soulless lands

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