Receding life,
Night time,
Go back to the dark
Where you came from.
Put on the lights
For you can’t see
Your murky alley
Of crimes
You commit
Every day –
Deeds you did
On a wild hunch,
Just so you could have
Your morning brunch
Over a graveyard of corpses.
Land of the fauna
Is defeated,
Trampled down,
By human greed.
Your home sickness
Is a diurnal riot,
Every burrow
Screams to hide
From your stomp.
Owls hoot curses
Of disgrace,
“What a pity
To be born a human –
Selfish and callous!”
Plants try to smother you
Every night for a reason.
Your everyday labour
Is a killing joke,
As you drive them
Into the bushes,
Show your corporate stars
To the place where once was their sky.
A jungle of thoughts
Linger on their fleeting minds,
As they lurk underneath the city lights,
Waiting for their chance at life,
Waiting for that one day,
For the predator to become prey.