Gumtree in the city street,
Hard bitumen around your feet,
Rather you should be
In the cool world of leafy forest halls
And wild bird calls
Here you seems to me
Like that poor cart-horse
Castrated, broken, a thing wronged,
Strapped and buckled, its hell prolonged,
Whose hung head and listless mien express
Its hopelessness.
Municipal gum, it is dolorous
To see you thus
Set in your black grass of bitumen-
O fellow citizen,
What have they done to us?
This is racist. I don't like how she talks about being animals and that they have no rights.
This is racist. I don't like how she talks about being animals and that they have no rights
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The landscape of city life with its nature of life has been presented beautifully. The part which deals with the cart-horse used as an analogy to the kind of life of a common man is unbeatable.