The Jungle
We
all live in a jungle
A
jungle made of stone
Of
concrete, bricks and metal sticks
A
jungle we call home
Over
crowded streets and thoroughfares
This
mighty jungle towers
With
people rushing everywhere
The
loneliness over powers
A
jungle filled with laughter
A
jungle filled with noise
With
many many things to do
With
many wondrous toys
We
all live in the jungle
A
jungle made of bricks
This
jungle has no trees
This jungle
has no sticks
A
jungle full of saddened people
People
in a hurry
People
who rush and rush around
People
full of worry
The
people in this jungle
Have
forgotten how to give
If
only they could learn to smile
Then
perhaps they’ll learn to live