• Once I thought there was a meadow outside
    where birds sing a melody so sweet
    and children laughed running quickly by
    upon the fertile soil paving the streets.
    Once a sly man slithered into our town
    tempting riches to every man he found.
    With a plan in hand, he had us contract bound
    and soon skies grayed, towers rose from the ground.
    Here there are never grasses that bleed green
    and birds are vultures in the clouded air.
    Children stay inside watching the box fiend
    and become overweight as they vacantly stare.
    Once I thought there was a meadow outside
    But now I know, this dream has died.