Trapped Poem by Tango

Trapped

As I watch the sun rise in the early morn.
I give thanks to nature that I was born.
To see the colours change in the sky.
To see the birds feed, and fly.
To see a tree sprout forth and grow.
To see a dolphin leap, and play in the waves.
To see an animal suckle, and mother its young.
To see a fish swim up a rapid in a stream.
All of these things are part of natures scheme.

But to the majority of mankind,
the beauty of nature is rarely seen.
For a concrete ghetto is where most spend their lives.
Trapped, entombed, going around in never ending circles,
in search of dreams, and riches.
Until the last day comes, when they give up, and die.