Modernity (Haiku)

It takes forever
To do what took ten minutes
Traffic is turble

Our needs met closeby
Stores and services nearby
We walked to get there

Now we are spread out
The never ending freeways
Now getting less free

Forty-five minutes
Minimum time to do it
Whatever it is

And public transport
You can forget about it
Routes are meaningless

Thus we pay the price
Progress, I don't think it is
Regress to better

High rise apartments
In the centre of the ville
With shops near at hand

But then one gets mugged
By another wanting his
Retreat to the burbs

So here we remain
Encased in a metal  box
Somewhat more secure