the wasteland

look out-stretched across the nation the whole state is now a waste-land rubble is piled in the door-post of the surburbs but in the city of the high society, what an aristocrated wonderland look waste is even piled in the school nay! these dirt sure must affect the schooling and the less fortunate are less brainy but look at the children far from that rubble, their schools are unaffordable, and also abroad look now what my country has become,a waste-land but do not think some places don't scent of alabaster, and the fragrance of fortune,in the nostrils of the noble but either way, the masses make up the majority and so soon the rubble extends to their doorknobs