Cynical Valley
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

I see the cracks in your plastic smiles
I see dollar signs glowing in your eyes
I see y’all rising in tall buildings
Rubbing shoulders in metallic boxes,
Propelled straight up into an empty sky
Pursuing your neighbor’s dream
Silicon Valley
Pursuing a stranger’s dream
I see you sitting
In dull morning meetings
With no heart beating
This is the life you’re seeking
And your souls are sinking
Silicon Valley
Murdering words with your numbers
Muttering lies in your chambers
Silently calculating the odds
Of an odd future with no god
Nor nature.
And the homeless men, walking down your dark alleys
Are singing “Cynical Valley, cynical valley
Your not my dream”.