It is a short poem about how man makes some grandiose improvements in his surroundings but how badly he needs to have a very basic improvement in his heart’s outlooks.
where jungles stood
great cities rise
on desert wasteland
farmland lies
where man aspired
to rearrange
he dreamed a dream
and made a change
his mind is such
a shaping force
you wonder why
he treds a course
indulging pride
enslaved to greed
as inexorably
they lead
to mercenary depths
so deep
his god must stop
at times to weep
as man improves
each varied part
except for his
primeval heart
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