The concrete pipes that make a structure
Cascade through its crevices
Plastic and copper create pathways
For transferring information
How deep is the ashphelt of the road?
It carries upon it the great truck load
Riding in the future, on tracks made of light
From city to city, business trips ensue
Sword fights in the fields
Warriors abounding in numbers
No more guns left
Exctinct from their lack of grace
In a world where a bullet was slow