Man's Synthetic Jungle

Cars beep and screech while

Men brawl amongst each other in the street

Fighting for their share

Not caring for others in their crossfire

Children brutal and decieving

No better than the Serpent of Temptation

Swindling their wants with your eyes open

Crime and money causing the city to go 'round

Never recognizing their wrongs and nasty deeds

All that is known is what can be done for thine self

Thine self and thine self alone

Could almost be repeated as a creed.

The weak have no way to fight and rest at the bottom

Unable to pull themselves up above the corrupt

Unable to provide and be better as they are looked down on

Laughed at as a failure of man and its way of life

Laughed at as a fraud to the creation of man

Man's jungle is thick and brutal

Full of diseases of the soul and mind

Surrounding you on every corner

Clautraphobia becomes natural to the sane

Refuge can be found in the stillness of Mother's Jungle

Calmness and cure is found here. Peace of all things

Including body and mind, clearing away the noise

Only here can you find truth and purity

Here men at the bottom can rise to the top

Holding truth instead of lie, here they can

Can be the true nature if man, find the true meaning.

Reviews

[lei]

it's sadly true,



The weak have no way to fight and rest at the bottom
Unable to pull themselves up above the corrupt
Unable to provide and be better as they are looked down on
Laughed at as a failure of man and its way of life
Laughed at as a fraud to the creation of man