We in the Jurassic Park
Viewing fossils,
Robots giving us the roadmap,
The children park
But with cemented bears, tigers and swans
All but made from cement,
The mini rails running on flyovers
And the tunnel train going through the tunnels,
Life pulsating in the flats
And we dependent upon the means
Living a life like the caged birds
Fluttering on the rooftops, by the windows,
We know it not when spring comes,
When it winter,
Life lived in congested space,
Wanting to be free,
But can we ever? |
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