Concrete structures, erected around us,
The colour green, is now a has been,
Villages dotted this river, wait to be ember,
All the history, robbed by false liberty
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Skies distorted, grey unwanted,
But we are not beasts, both can coexist,
These pillars can stand; this is not the end,
We will find our way, maybe not today,
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We’ll create our oasis, our personal bliss,
Structures around our parks, our personal marks,
A balanced architecture, capture by apertures,
An Eden of peace, of concrete and trees