the jungle has been trampled
weeds grown tall tower over the remains of the habitat in this god-forsaken place tourists dont come the zoo overrun the animals free and wild would devour man or child the buildings disarray the people gone today unless a gun in hand to calm the nature of the land the moss overhangs the wild birds swoop the jungle encroaches animal spirits no longer droop the tiger proud and free stalking anxiously the monkeys chattering laughing hysterically the flowers trod and trampled the walkways overgrown nature overtakes a raging storm is blown tred softly, War is hell enter cautious through this vale nature stalks, feels no remorse man does not belong here unwelcome visitor becomes fodder tasty morsel should he wander there is a land in Africa the tourists populated War the visitor, fear to flee the place now decimated Sherry Gilles ©1998 June 14