Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Where people live in the concrete jungle


Where people live in the concrete jungle
with apartments as their property
and no one knows of grass or flowers
or any natural life source

lorries drive the whole time with ton upon ton
of rocks and sand to construction sites that amazes.
Where people live in the concrete jungle
with apartments as their property

they see nothing of nature from their balconies
while just more and more arrives in the city,
disguised from the essence of existence,
with only the charm of the rays of the sun,
where people live in the concrete jungle.

Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011
Edited: Sunday, May 15, 2011
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