What of the weak?
When the stomach cries,
And the tongue goes on indefinite strike.
When the eyes are pained,
And the nostrils know no peace.
Pride laying low,
And ego in shame.
Pocket in severe state of hunger,
And hope in thirst of wealth.
When humans are no human,
And human feeds on human to be a human.
For spiritual health and wealth,
For longevity of life in its brevity.
When the bones are stiff,
And evil plays with the believe.
When devil and evil plays ping pong with the mind in a pool of doubt.
When the corny joker tenders his prank card,
To win a deathrace, avoiding his death.
And I look around, and it seems the world is a jungle and it is the survival of the fittest.
