The Howl from the City

They can hear the wildlife calling
When they tune in to their peace,
The sounds as loud as a great band
-Struggling for release.

A large green oak is a wildlife house,
Where insects and birds hide and sleep,
Nervously twitching the muscles of their limbs

-On the morrow they will reap.

As the lake ripples melodic muse,
A kingfisher swoops gracefully door to door,
Like a postman in his colours at the crack of dawn

-Mirrors of similarity are spawned.

When they finish living as humans,
To the river and the woods they shall go,
Distributing themselves to the dark ground
-where plants and life do grow.

Homo-sapiens are all animals with intellect,
A knowledge that was brought about,
By the need to slay our victims
-Where the fittest did not rest.

The industrialised world shows changes many and few,
Where the fight to survive is replaced by greed,
This is to earn money for material goods
-In death, in gold they will bleed.