The Concrete Jungle Poem by terence nabbs

The Concrete Jungle

Rating: 4.5

The beast roams the concrete jungle and trails of tarmac laid,
To prey on helpless victims that a deprived society raised.
Not for food to feed it’s young, who’s bellies empty are,
But for video’s and tellys or someone else’s car.
He stalks the night like cowards do
and with it’s blanket evil he doth strew,
He shies away from any light and surveys the concrete jungle.
We must keep our children young and sweet,
from the animals that roam our streets.
No more to roam our country side or local parks where evil hides,
No more our doors to open wide the welcome mat’s all locked inside.
Locked and bolted turn that key.
“FREE” no isolations me.
When authority apprehend do gooders him on holiday send,
Problem solved a miracle cure, for the beast that we call

t f nabbs

Aditya Mudbhary 18 November 2012

Hello Terrence, I loved this poem, Amazing flow and it's like music although with hard truthful knowledge which is a great combination. Nice write. I have a new poem out too it's called La Musique de bonheur. Just wanted you to know. Have a great day, looking forward to reading more of your work.

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Chuck Audette 18 November 2009

Sharp social commentary. Truly we are to be feared most of all. -chuck

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Afzal Shauq 25 October 2009

wow aooo sweet is this concrete jungle...liked the idea 10/10

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John Mcmanus 15 October 2009

Hi terrence I liked your poem and felt that you encapsulated the rage of modern society well, top marks for a top poem!

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Ruth Walters 10 October 2009

Another interesting poem. Ruthie

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