Man and his moribund nature
Oh!man,are you still not aware that
Your self is pawned and pledged,
and even bought by those hardcore
businesslike, life for them is fulcrum flesh,
who crave for convivial merriment
and lucre, not wanting to know, that
their existence is only a punctured
balloon slowly reducing to nothingness,
they sit on the broken twig, slender,
slandering on the passersby below,
the twig is slowly crushing down,
they are not monkeys to skip from
branch to branch, agile and awake,
I can see they are falling, falling
Under the felled branch, to be
bruised and incapacitated,
Oh!man, at least now you wake up.
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