trees that spring vines which bring life to the jungle
mountains tower high scraping the sky
and at the base of it all are caves to cower and hide
trying to survive the night until the break of light
this is the jungle
evil beasts prey upon lonesome ones who stray
pick them off when they are away and too far gone for others to hear what they say
luring them into corners and attack causing a fray
this is the jungle
no place for the fragile who are unable to handle
the evil all around on the path they must travel
and the survival of the fittest during the slow steady battle
this is the jungle
under the sun all life is on the run
hurrying from place to place to get everything done
this is the jungle
the life of the jungle is unfair and near impossible to move up
where the only change is the size of the animal that grew up
no rabbit may run along the side of the tiger
for some animals are not meant to be fighters
each plays their own roles and responsibilities to bear
this is the jungle and the life here is unfair
we live in a jungle
made of poles and lines that resemble trees and vines
buildings and base that mimic mountains and caves
criminals on the streets that take after the image of beasts
and people running around like the animals of the jungle grounds
the city is our jungle