Lush green fields, by concrete replaced
Once, beautiful scenery, deface
Greed and lust, the only race
Survival of the strongest, has no place
Take a bow, in disgrace

A society built, not on the strong
Rather, trickery and lies, so wrong
This cannot last, for long
Time will come, to right the wrong
The cycle, only 3600 years long

Our death and destruction, self design
Our existence, lush green field scattered with mine
One wrong step, direction, the end of line
Then why, do we taunt time?
Why, do we break, natures rhyme?