The sky, glowing orange and pink,
Screened by towers and walls around.
Ev’ning birds sound happy, I think.
But traffic drowns their sweet sound.

Grass land of bright sumptuous green,
Encompassing scattered waste and debris.
Here happy children have once been,
But now the air sounds empty.

Green land with liquid crystal rills,
Tarnished with cacoph’ny and waste,
Of humanity’s sinful wills,
Not conforming to a life so chaste.
Diamond tears, upon earth they fall
Until banished from earth for all.