Concretopia

There's a place I grew up-

Beautiful scene-

It was my kingdom,

I was it's queen.


But strangers came

And polluted my dream,

They killed all my subjects

And blackened my streams.


They stole my land's spirit,

Stole it away,

Left me with death

And cold hard clay.


It's the place I grew up,

But it's changed since then.

The fields became streets

And the strangers, men.

The End

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