A thick, smothering sludge of tarmac,
Oozing across green, fertile land.
Row upon row of dull grey buildings,
Like the deadly, endless rows of shark teeth.
Cars and buses and trains crawling all over,
Squirming and infesting like greedy maggots.
Abandoned rubbish snagging on the wind;
Empty husks like ghosts.
Alien, toxic stenches drifting through the air;
A dooming wind that snarls with despair.
Noises, raucous and jarring
Pervade the still, silent land,
And filthy orange lights that glow like demon eyes
Piercing the sacred darkness.
Nature moans beneath the weight of its torment.
Every slipping murmur of every stream and river
Are it weeping,
Every strike of lightning and roar of thunder
Are it raging.
Every low, sorrowful peal of an animal's call
Is it mourning.
And every whisper of every plant and tree
Is it praying.