This civilisation I do lament,
For what was intended I cannot see,
All banks and buildings from fields of cement,
We can’t turn back from what we know to be.

Another way seen distant in the mist,
From a distance, copy it we cannot.
Never, before we are within its midst,
Will we look back and see what we forgot.

Look back we will but not with longing eyes,
We know the mistake of the wife of Lott.
With knowledge we’ll look back and realise,
Exactly what we had, and now what we’ve got.

Hist’ry of  humanity is replete,
With lessons, from times of old, of others,
From whose misdemeanour caused our retreat,
Learn willingly and see our endeavours.