Parables of the jungle
To be caught off guard, loosing out
Back to the end of lines food chains
I live in a concrete jungle
Mega cities of deep steel forestation
With glass clouds of sky scrappers
Where the very rich grow wings like birds
And live on the tallest nest of concrete trees
Safe and secured with comfort of paint-house view
Sounds of cars and population chatter
Echoes in these forest in mumbling rush
Like a wave's grand entrance unto shorelines
While pollution on the streets
Is only matched by that of the cows
With their moo and back farts, greenhouse gas
At night fall the hunters do gather
Picking on the vulnerable
Who missed a safety spot to lay their rest
The wilder-beast who fell behind on migration.
Crocodile tears shared in the pond of habitation,
It is the vultures and eagles that lurk above taunting
Surrounding encircling before invading lions
To catch vulnerability off guard
I live in a concrete jungle
That is just what it is, a concrete jungle
Cars become birds with their horn blow
Bicycles become insects with flyby
Cars become birds with their horn blow
Bicycles become insects with flyby
True, all true. Like the rich with their nests high above everyone else :)
ReplyDeleteI really like the second stanza. Great description!
ReplyDeletenice...love the jungle man...the city has a pulse and you caught it...
ReplyDeletepowerful imagery!
ReplyDeleteagreed, well done entry, visiting from poets untied.
ReplyDeleteYour created a very vivid image. This piece is awesome!!
ReplyDeleteUrban jungle = Urban Creativity. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteyes - agreed it truly is...
ReplyDeleteCaptivating! "I live in a concrete jungle"- well penned!
ReplyDeleteErick Flores
Some really great images here: steel forestation, etc. A lot of truth and insight combine to make a fine poem.
ReplyDeleteI love your take on the prompt! The hunting imagery was wonderful~
ReplyDelete