FLOATED THOUGHTS: UNKNOWN DESTINATION


Tell me where we are heading to
When the driver has lost his way through
Just moving unknowingly
Just because he took over forcefully
With deceit and well labelled lies;
The poor and the impoverished now cry

Even the ant makes way for future
The physician closes the cavity with suture
Protecting and preparing against any rapture
But the clerk has to go instead of capture
Forgetting his pen is sharper than a dagger

Now tell me; how do we reach our destination?
When a million-people’s assets are being embezzled by a lone-person.
The peasants sweat for the upper class
to enclose themselves in the chill room;
Refreshing, and leaving them in their doom.
It seems the destination has evaded us;
Just because of some greedy bustards.

©Ralph Amore

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