Sharp fragments litter the sidewalks,
Windows sit as empty, lightless portals,
For the rays of the radiant sun,
And fire from the foraging fools.
A lonely world we've become,
A filthy hole full of scum,
The world was once but a painting,
But all the colours have faded.
Flora flowers through cracking stone,
Fauna graze within soulless meadows,
Rain spills onto broken rooftops,
Flooding homesteads full of memories.
A fragrant world we once were,
Now it's nothing but a blur,
Bring back its vibrant shine,
Remove the suffocating vines.