Is this really the world or is it my perception

rampant destructivity
a nativity of pain
As earth reels its revolutions
again and again,
Not caring for empty polticians' resolutions,
When their avarice doesn't wane,
but proud, proud gain leaves their
statements, grinding in my ears,
And didaining what is truly good,
Like food from the shelves of metal rods
governing our worn sods, clods of chemical
rooted clay, worn as they bring dangerously
forth genetical plants for another miserable day