Chronicle

i. the beginning

No more roses in the shop windows,
But televisions with,
The faces of MP’s
Black mirrors glare;
If you love, then buy.
ii. the incentive

Packed high, the towers of Babylon
Shiny new goods, in cardboard
Casing. Idols for
A new age:
Deities of a modern world.
iii. the result

“Do you have it? Really?
Well then, good day,
I’ll see you in another way”
Or so they say
When all is lost
And society
Falters.