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.

by beautifuldisaster
posted on 10/07/2009