A Digital Divide

A Digital Divide.
A land of acrid smoke and flower buds
Of exhaust pipes and viridan hues
An acerbic taste of pungent fumes
To join a redolence of exotic scents
Murky grey cement oozes out
Of a cerulean blue sky
Tinted by molten gold and dust.
Cars rumble down sheltered roads
With towering trees watching over
Like silent watchers in a world of ash
Where the soft smooth clay
Rich in the aroma of petrichor and dreams
Fuses with the smooth seams of fresh concrete jungles
This city runs like a cyborg
Power lines choked with ivy
Stemming forth from its iron heart
Like arteries through its body
Giving power to every cell
Every metal fortress
That rises behind the shrubs on the roadsides
As quarries carve into proud mountains
Holding its lifeblood triumphantly
To continue our expansion to our palace
Waiting for us on a cloud a million miles away
And King Farmland lost his domain
To be reduced to a mere peasant, hidden in the cool breeze and a solitary park
A paradox of cold cruel iron
And the welcoming cocoon of the vast
Between emerald grass and the glassy spires
It lies, a digital divide