The planned city

Looked upon with such pity


The city of illusion

Beautiful persecution


The city of glass

Sky of brass


The city of green

Smeared with kerosene


The city of diversity

Filled with such perversity



I can escape

With blame

There is no shame


After all these years

I realized

My life is a lie


My brain I sedate

And the final goodbye

A simple lullaby

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