In
the forest of trees
The
sun lights can't penetrate
The
ground looks moist of carpet
The
insects crisscross at will
There
is no predator to chill it
So, stay on living in its world
The
green of cold as the eyes can see
Floating
along in their eyes
The
nature surrounds their lives
Until
they hear the roar
Of
high pitched voices of vehicles
Trekking
down into the forest of trees
The
birds fly away
Flapping
wings angry on the disturbances
The
flock of birds fly in the sky
Looking
down spreading their bird droppings
But
the steel roar still keeps moving on
Once
a nice habitat now turns into an empty field
The
drivers stop to take a break
Maybe
to look at their surrounding
Everyone
walks down from the vehicle
Breathing
the cool, fresh, crispy air
In
the far deep of the forest
A
loud roar ringing in their ears
It
sends a death chill in their minds
As
they stand to watch
The
men in blue charging
Taking
the men all down to their knees
“Don't
be corrupt
You
have no way to run”
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