PEOPLE ARE LIVING THERE

Not all lives are lives
Some are our 'flawful' imagination.
To live doesn't mean we are alive
For we are nothing but walking dead,
We are zombies.

But what makes us think we are important that we say
"Let the bad and evil things go afar?"
And the elders corrects by saying:
"Afar, people are living there".

People are living there in the riverine area on those stench mud
When the waters withdraw to tide.
People are living there under city bridges to shelter just for the day.
People are living there in that mobile cart hoping they find straw to feed the horses with
Before they get to worry about their own survival.
People are living there in yond orphanages and has never felt the warmth of a parents embrace.
People are living there farming just to sustain the family.

I mean there where we spew our venom
And shoot our arrow of curses and say
"Let the evil and bad things go afar"
And make the elders correct by saying
"afar, people are living there".

Why do we castigate and disdain fellow men
When we are nothing but the craft of a higher God
Who may choose to erase us or newline his scheme without us?
The only difference between us and these people is 'Time and Chance'.

We are fools fooled by by our own foolery.
Our foolery is pride and obsession.
Our foolery is too much education and lack of understanding.
We are struck by many diseases
And the primus is myopia.
We will all certainly die,
Afterall what you run from you run into.

Be careful friends,
People are living there
Where we spew venom and conjure, bidding evil to harm,
Remember the elders words
"Afar, people are living there".