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The Concrete Jungle
Take heed of the roar of the law
There is always a crouching patrol
Safety is on your turf and in your lane
Guard your territory with your claws and fangs
Hunt during the day and by the night
Watch your prey and keep your puppies in sight
Find the beast in you when predators lurk
Don’t beg for liberty, you have the right to take
The taxmen come at you like a park of canines
They ambush your kill with surprise swift runs
The hyenas feast away the worth of your sweat
You retreat to your den with the same blood thirst
In the quiet of the night the pasture is never still
The noise perks up your ears to listen to wild’s hunts and kills
There is chirping of sirens and bellowing from a factory mill
Your cat eyes search and ray through glass, concrete and steel
We hive the skyscrapers to avoid the sting of the economy
We are lionesses at home but at work we are an ant colony
In this Jungle there is no hibernation for us to be cocooned
In this hustle there is no stagnation or else you’ll be marooned
The wild’s abundance yields up to the fittest
The world’s dominant wield much of the slickest
It always dawns on every predator, prey and vulture
In this concrete jungle are you a watcher, runner or catcher?
Copyright ©
Michelo Mweetwa
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