people once moulded together, now broken apart
days never ending and always beginning
men of the cloth preaching against sinning
children of the dawn lost in the morn
the human race all forlorn
ball of confusion no longer fiction
'approach armageddon!', repetitive diction
spun and interwoven are greed and sloth
abundant resources exist now in plots
blotches of brown cover the fields
we no longer exclaim 'abundant yield!'
silence creeps up to take its place
a world full of pride, now fully disgraced
