Illusion

Illusion With the assurance of the horse of progress Galloping along this way The streets by the gateways have been straightened as arrows Widened and made spacious Concreted In reality— Rows and rows of old trees have been hewn The clamorous ponds have been buried The tender backs of farmlands have been ripped apart Dug and grubbed out In front of everyone's eyes– The rustic hamlets The evergreen trees Rivers and rills with untied tresses All have been dragged by their nose-strings to hell A civilization follows hobbling behind For misapprehension or hunger The king and his men, When asked, Utter not a word