The Concrete Jungle

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    The Concrete Jungle

    The city is a dirty and polluted concrete jungle

    It is  a place, where grime and graffiti

    smear  the streets

    all around rubbish can be seen

    littering the floor

    and  it will stay there for days or sometimes weeks

    bins

     so full

     that they spill out onto the pavement

    waste garbage

    dumped in an alley

    gives off a pungent smell

    that floats through the air

    rats can be seen scurrying across the floor

    as they go in search of their next meal

    pigeons  cooing on the roof tops

    fly off

    leaving their mess of droppings behind

    the air polluted,  by the fumes of  traffic and factories

    as they discard their waste into the atmosphere

    this what the concrete jungle has to offer

     

     

     

     

     

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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