Renegade

A chink, a chasm, we all fell through;

We founded a city, and then it grew.

Northward, Southward, East and West,

Foreign expansion the name of our quest.

Settling, farming, exploiting the land,

Using all resources near at hand;

Empty, barren, sucked until dry,

The land left without any tears to cry.

Onward, forward, settled anew,

Using knowledge from the last town that we grew;

Discovered it was that a cycle we'd made:

Against environment, we were renegade.

Abused, exploited, unraveled, dead;

Desolation of life upon our head.

Sickly, decrepit, unfruitful, unsteady,

Not been here long, poisoned already.