Pane
Sheltered from the pain outside
The walls that hold us in
A pane of glass as a reminder
Of our very sins
Children crying in the streets
Waste washed away by rain
The homeless folk we never greet
Lying in silent pain
Land that's scarred by roads we've tarred
Ugly electric pylons
Steaming vents misting up
The door steps that we cry on
Starvation, violence, emotional abuse
Love for money with no excuse
Scraping skies with devilish horns
The ozone layer that we've torn
But far into the distance
The birds chirp in the trees
Beauty flows right down the river
For free, for no fee
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