Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Man’s Conveyance: Fury to Silence by Riz Din


Man once travelled alone on his feet.
He soon took to striding to an equine beat,
and now moves along with combustion and heat.
 
The raucous clippety- clop of a thousand hooves, on cobbled streets,
transformed to the vibrant roarings of metal fleets.

And what sounds to expect from our next forms of transport?
They are ones, I fear, of the silent sort.
Perhaps an eery whirring, and maybe some beeps,
As man relinquishes control and glides along in his sleep.


I am not particularly impressed with this effort, but it is an effort nevertheless!

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