Skyscrapers and glitzy places seen in the twilight
What about those on the street or their plight ?
Coffee shops and world cuisines galore
Yet those without a morsel are a few billion more
Designer labels and fashion houses chic
But dead bodies from frost one can still pick
Animals are petted to extremes bizarre
We yet turn a deaf ear to a meek cry not afar
Distance between countries no longer a reality
But we can’t bridge the gap to realize our own identity
What knowledge are we are proud of as a race?
If we cant handle our own selfish pace
Is this how my world is meant to be?
Truth is..It’s still my own making so the onus is on me!!