Sometimes
Poor people
Root through the trash.
They’ve only got the garbage left over.
They look through someone else’s disregarded shit,
Piece by piece,
Looking for something of value.
Isn’t that the essence of poverty?
Sometimes
People are sifting
Through endless piles of bastards,
Only to find a few good friends.
A little palm full of value
From the oceans of filth.
“Garbage” is anything that the parasite cannot eat.
“Value” is nutritious for the parasite.
According to the parasite,
Most of the universe is not valuable.
The needy child
Gives nothing.
It only takes.
At adulthood, it has more weaponry,
So it is called a “man” or a “monster”.
Failing bodies
Falling like droplets of rain.
No godly hands to catch them…
Just a palm full of blood and sperm
Dipped into disaster.
They live
Sometimes.