As timid little cities
Filled their bellies
Full of brown and coal black
The air, a muddled mess
The bees, on verge of collapse
The fish, caught in the wires we spun…
We built our blueprints on desire
We built towers with cluttered heads.
We wasted our breath
On all this talk
Of dollar bills.
We’ve chosen conveniency over efficiency
Half of us brooding on the question
Half of us abstinent of compromise
What happened to our vision?
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