like fingers from the ground
Grasping at the heavens
without a single sound
Trapped in the concrete jungle
where children cannot play
Where tunnels dwell in darkness
never see the light of day
Where there is no meeting place
to gossip of the times
Where all you see are roundabouts
no fancy neon signs
Where you seldom see your neighbour
on the pathway to the shops
Where the trees are very sparse
and the traffic never stops
Trapped in the concrete jungle
where children cannot play
Trapped in the concrete jungle
today and every day