Mr. Nevergreen

Mr. Nevergreen man continued
to build his shadowed world,
concrete covering a million eyes,
not one dancer in the jungle of steel.
The wind is mindless there.
The earth quakes and he rolls on wheels of protection.
Thinking like the invincible,
forces of deadness colaborate with life as a farse.
For whom does the bell toll,
ringing for the gathering of
imprisoning consciousness
clapping his hands for lies.