The World is Built on Dirt

The world has become A crime riddled cesspit, a collective grave on which we all spit. Housebound by the robots delivering the news, of war and pain as well as the latest shoes. With which you tread outside, to breath the air that makes you recoil. With which You tread outside, with the fear that you might get swallowed by the soil. The world has become what it is built on... ... and the world is built on dirt.