The weary sceptic Ego rather overslept
In the wilderness like Rip Van Winkle;
Things have changed and lost all form,
Nay, shapes and structures of colossal norm
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Darkness slowly creeps in here: Life is paralysed, voice rendered mute and still; And Yond the horizon tall structures vie Pointing like spikes to the infinite sky; conceptual evaluation of human progress. in the name of progress, we destroyed so much and called it modern civilization. thank u for this insightful poem. tony