Green grass slowly turning into yellow thorns
Huts have been taken over by a concrete jungle
People drink whatever color of water they get
Tigers in white dress roam the city in search of lambs
Who survive the water and food scarcity
Vultures with microphones hover over the city
In search for fresh flesh to broadcast
I try hard
To dream of a different tomorrow
Yet I am haunted by the same nightmare
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