The sun shone lighter,
The grass was greener.
Birds flying higher
Along the skyscraper.
The bird's song won't be heard.
Car's roar vibrating in my chest.
Toxic gas poisoning my mind.
Concrete walls takes the rest,
And people aren't kind
Like zombies crowded in its nest.
Seeing green dollars, but not the forest.
The city
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