A general warning

I push my glasses to my face,
peering back over my shoulder
I saw the stuff that man built.

Lands of concrete and glass;
comfortable innovations abundant.

All the while I read and watched
as the twentieth century came to a close
somehow being born in it, but not of it.

But through all the visible comfort
there was still HURT.

Where is our answer America?
For what do we strive?



"JESUS saves!" some reply
But I wisper to myself,
"Faith is a dying concept,
cellphones leave us far too satisfied."