At a place not too far; an eerily familiar scene
two very different jungles meet.
One vivifying life with its azure, plush green,
And the other- made of concrete.
A battle ensues between life and death,
Mankind fuels the weapons to latter
while itself choking, asphyxiated for breath!
It is not too hard to recognise,
which side should we rather be,
About time we stopped working for greed,
And started thinking about posterity!
Time to heal, we’ve given earth enough scars,
The concrete must lose this battle,
in order for us to win the war.