The Countdown Begins

The dense forest staring right at us,
The concreteness leaving it brusk,
Watching through the windows silently,
As we go about our ways violently

The only chirping heard is of horns,
Overshadowing the cries of newborns,
The gunshot echoes in the dingy streets,
Left for dead for the scavenger's treats

Our hands are all full of red,
Treading along on the thin thread,
Innocence lost somewhere along the way,
Everyone's looking for their prey

The only way to stop it all is the end,
Brought upon ourselves, not godsend,
Is there time to change our ways?
Or is it time to count down the days?

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