The dust covered street, is free of tracks, prints or trails
Beneath it lay one last generation, bones and dust mingle
When our dreams of the future fell apart, when we failed
Because we hungered for riches, as necessities dwindled
Neither rich nor poor survived, so now is time of remains
We knew better, but every prophet was killed who spoke
Every genius was used for war, and for leisure
When the planet was dying, from our misuse
