I Lived

500 years ago my house was small

Nothing big and nothing tall

Just me, my family and my orange cat

All together on a piece of land that was flat

Nowadays though, in the future

Due to civilization growing up

My house has been turned into a factory

Now what used to be a house with a story

Has turned into something so gory

They slaughter pigs and cows for money

And no one knows why it hasn’t been sunny

Because the pollution in the air

Has punctured heart and fried some hair

The people never saw it coming

So years and years and years ago

In my house with my orange cat

I lay there thinking what will happen

To my next house

After that.

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