The City
Concrete looming into the sky,
Cars and people rushing by.
This is the town man has built,
Causing mother nature to take a tilt.
You don't see here sunny rays,
Everything appears through an exhaust fume haze.
In these towns, violence and crime are rife,
Is this what man wanted to make of life.
If he goes on detroying nature to make his town,
One day this whole world will come crashing down.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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