Wild Urban

Being hinted down in a
Forrest filled with skyscrapers
Dodging bullet like traffic
I sat down on an artificial
Park bench comforted
By artificial trees thinking about
Global warming, climate change
And human evolution
We are winning a lost game
Over and over
Never thinking over
the aftermath afterwards

This poem is about: 
Our world

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