I read a story once about a prince who lived in a beautiful garden, happy and at peace. There came a time when disaster threatened. A great mob of hungry people advanced across the land, destroying everything in their path like a horde of locusts.
One day the prince saw the horde from his garden, a black cloud on the horizon creeping slowly towards him. A dark wave of calamity.
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More a short story than a poem, but well-told. These are also my sentiments about development. -chuck