Past fields of greenest sheer,
Grasses wet from high cloud tears.
Landscapes vast and abundantly free,
Brown leaves drop, littering the ground by trees.
Bordering boulders around to see,
Jagged and treacherous beyond those trees.
Further still the end of green,
Stands a less than natural scene.
Grey material, hard as rock,
Standing upon each other in blocks.
To prevent escape to all who dwell,
In this concrete, unnatural hell.
A standing fortress in beautiful land,
One species living, unwillingly crammed.
Slowly taking from abundancy,
Receding nature, until no longer seen.
Not only do these walls that stand;
Prevent escape to natural land.
Also stop entrance of nature from which we take,
A symbol to this world which we so hate.