Drowning sun of neon skies,
Crystalline stars are the reflections of eyes.
Flame colored clouds over fields of sand,
Soft warm wind brushes this solemn land.

But have I forgotten the roar of a truck?
Shalt I forget the stench of the muck?
Has my mind been slipped of the sky scraping eye-soars?
Haunted by such waste for years or for scores?

We disregard the latter to see this world's beauty.
Is inhabitence of this earth a sin or a duty?
Destroying to create to satisfy our goal:
To develop a better world out of materials we stole.

Dark grey skies are excrements of technology.
Disappearing stars, my sincerest apology.
Clouds of smoke by unnecessary fire.
I do promise you, oh Lord, this is not the world we desire.