The Concrete Jungle
I walk down the streets of the concrete jungle,
the lights of a busy night entrance me.
The smells, the sounds, the sights are the key-
The key to success. The key to the city that never sleeps.
The tourists, the businessmen, the workers, the residents, and me,
Our spirit is what it reaps.
No grass, no ferns nor evergreen tree.
Oh, how did the world evolve to this?
The bears, the turkeys, the foxes all evicted
for man to enjoy this fabricated bliss.
Now is this really the key, the key to success unrestricted?
Why must one seek refuge in the rooms in the sky?
Why would we let Mother Nature die?
Change is what the world should seek.
Change back to the innocence of a baby's cheek.
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