“The Fall of Suburbia”

It had once been the very face of prosperity, Quietly nestled into its own secluded world, To which waves of people forever flocked, All intending to become apart of this exclusive paradise. Not a single concern seemed to exist, Not a single problem amongst the rows of identical manors, Not a single dent in any of the accompanying luxury cars, Not a single defect detected amid the extensive luxurious living. The smell of freshly cut grass lingered in the air, The white picket fences stood firm and proud, Children played and shrieked with pleasure, While adults indulged in the day’s worth of scandalous gossip. The high standard of life prevailed, The malls and restaurants continuously buzzed with activity, Money, money, everywhere, Charging, spending, shopping galore! Content with their selfish ways, indulging in riches to the fullest, No one anticipated the storm that was about to hit, One that would quickly pop their utopian bubble, And leave them vulnerable to the chaos that had engulfed the rest of the country. Today there exist but few evident signs of life, The malls and restaurants are alive no more, Emptiness, emptiness, everywhere, Foreclosure, recession, disorder, and more! The grass grows widely out of control, The picket fences already starting to crumple, No longer do the sounds of youthful innocence ring out, Despair the only entity that seeps among the worn streets. The plague has spread, The manors are left abandoned, The cars have not a drop of gas, The economic crisis has become a reality. It is now the face of financial ruin, A society tormented by problems simply too daunting to avoid, From which the masses now try to flee, Trying to escape what was once suburban paradise.