No one lives now where once were many
Just sheep graze in the fields
Of mankind there isnt now any
His creations to nature yeilds.
Walls that once held happy families
Through which misery & hunger did pass
The same as the house up the road of the rich man
On the floors is a carpet of grass.
The sky weeps through the open roof
Washes the green grass floor
Man is not important: this is the proof
Nature takes over when he is no more!