Man

 We have sold our freedom for comfort. 
Bowing  to the bully of a brave new world. 
Clean air for diesel fumes, peace of nature for the ease of a room of consistent temperature.  
A cool rain on one's face for a hot shower on one's back
A stary night for the security of illuminated streets.
No more to hear the rush of a stream, traded for the flush of a toilet. 
The call of birds in trees now the blaring horns of traffic on asphalt. 
Warm home baked bread for a cold loaf of baked additives
Nature's honey and roots discarded for a full belly of plastic called cheese, painted salmon and water that must be bleached. 
Emojis have become our touch of tenderness