A joke about parks

Once we lived free
sand n gravel below our feet
trees shone above our head
hunt and hunted
part of a whole
dangerous, even deadly
The trees were home till

Man found humour
he built walls
to hide n hunt
more he built
bigger the joke
soon it became
city, countries
even continents

The sand n gravel
once at our feet
are now fodder for
sky-scraping homes
so much so
trees that sheltered us
now require shelter
from 'us' &
from us

In future museums of rare
along with items bare
like sound n sparrows
where AI will point & scroll
mans evergreen joke
between jungles
of metal n glass
Lay patches of of green
man called a park

Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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