All aboard the dusky skyline
Where momentous dreams pour forth
All around the highland byline
Across the mountains and the firs
Wind your way through the trees
Until you reach the evergreens
Cast your eyes upon the great red brick
And see what man made
Into the glassy windows where people
Make their lives indoors
Wait until you see the factory
As ravenous smoke eats sky
And see what man made
Cut across the sheers of roadside
to the centre of town
herds of people bustling passed
wrapped up in an online frown
see all eyes fixed downwards
this is what man made
Billboards and adverts twinkle below the sky
as people dream upon a new star
told to them through a moving image
Another house or the latest car
This was man’s mistake
Imagine you have come from the past and see the modern world through the eyes of your ancestors. This is what you might see…
By Sam Fawcett
Parisian Poetry 