LifeGrey walls, a jungle of concrete.Life by ~Winry-Hasawrench
Rushing people, crying children.
Umbrellas taking heat, rain and sun.
A shelter from the very elements.
Fallen leaves lying like so much blood.
Wounded animals cowering and ignored.
Because of a simple misunderstanding.
People in lines becasue they were told
Lining up in rows and waiting
Signing our names upon the dotted lines
taking our final breath and waiting
Breathless birds' bodies line the footpaths
Their glassy eyes silently begging
To be let back to the planet
That we are ruining.
I don't even want to figure this out.
Why don't the people in these cities unders