What is this life worth being,
If there is nothing worth seeing,
When skies are polluted by light,
And stars are lost from our sight,
As real estate grows at a rapid rate,
Covering fields, sealing nature's fate,
When windows close to the world’s embrace,
And glasses tint all in a rosy haze,
What is there worth being,
When there's nothing worth seeing?
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A sad commentary on the state of the world. Well written and in good style
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