They take so much and never give back

I feel as though we are under attack

My home my family now all gone

I cannot even sing my pretty songs

Running away from those who take

That cut down our trees and drain out our lakes

All we wanted was a place of our own

Now we will die on these concrete streets

The lie of a Jungle you call home. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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