A Sunny day for CIvilization

outside a man in a suit whistles 
Briefcase set on sunbaked sidewalks
mechanical machines march quickly past
off to toil with paper soil 
off the rising warehouse lay blue sky
Wind creeps through concrete cracks 
business billboards boast of happiness   
day starts new for a shipyard crew
within the hills tidy crops are resting
Mules pull on petty plots
whittling wheat wakes to light
the plow waits for a farmers fate
This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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