What Kind of Progress is This (Sonnet) ― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

The Earth may be full of skyscrapers,
but the soil is without home –
streets may be full of electric cars,
yet the mind hasn’t moved an inch –

the skies may be full of rockets,
but the heart is buried in the jungle –
outer space may be full of telescopes,
yet the eyes are blind with hate.

No nation is holy, till its streets
are built for walking, not to starve on.
No society is advanced, till no one
is marginal, no matter the innovation.

Innovation is important, but what kind of
a moronic species races to put a man on the moon,
before it takes its homeless off the streets!

How come power hungry algorithms get endowed
with trillions of dollars in investment, yet
starving children dream of leftovers as feast!