Have you ever dreamt of a new day
Where all around are fields of green
Rather than boring buildings if grey?
Ever believed in a future in which
The beating hearts of humans
Were not black as pitch?
To have thought, in your heart
Just for a second, maybe,
That in a healthy world, we'd take part?
Its all futile, Miss
To attempt to fix the Earth
For she's already fallen into the Abyss.
An old poem I made late at night, edited to standard.