THE WASTELANDS

The land is waste and without life.
The land has been dealt too much strife.
The cactus dies as the sky does cry.
There is no hope here; it all has died.

The bones of the hares lie in waste.
They are dead, they died with haste.
The rain comes once again.
It kills all that has ever been.

The acid rain falls upon the plain.
All that live still are looney sane.
The rain will kill them all in time.
Most before he ends his rhyme.

He hears them laugh, the looney sane
As they dance and die in the rain.
They die with laughs and screams.
He wishes it were all a dream.

The land is waste and without life.
The land had been dealt too much strife.
All this comes from a single war
And sanity is gone forevermore.