A roaring city shadowed by moon,
Saltwater laps the shore.
In a million years, a simple sand dune,
And a land that knows not war.
We worship artificial gods, designed to entertain;
Music, movies and TV.
We enjoy away our brains.
We’ve never been able to see beyond sight.
We scoff at our own rebirth.
Our arrogance fuels our final flight,
Our wings char, and we fall to earth.