The Simple Things

 

We've microchips and atom bombs

And robots make our cars.

Our TV pictures bounce from space,

Our rockets go to Mars.

 

We've test-tube babies, heart transplants,

Computers have us taped.

We've gadgetry and gimmickry,

Our eyes are telly-shaped.

 

There seems no end to Man's advance,

The brilliance of his mind.

And yet . . . why can't he comprehend

The sadness of mankind?

 

We've hooligans and rebel kids,

Pornography galore.

We've strikes that crush the old and weak

And folk who flout the law.

 

We've concrete roads and traffic fumes

And noise and envious spite.

They dull our senses, blunt our wit,

And glorify the trite.

 

The breezes on the mountain top,

The whisper of the sea

Speak clearer far to caring hearts

Than all Man's sophistry.

 

We beg the powers that be to spare,

When Progress takes its toll,

The simple things like flowers and trees

That soothe Man's aching soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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