And tears fall on the limbs of the broken,
Children dying from lack of love,
While men and women
Scurry around working,
Looking for new ways to make money.
Even as the sun shines
Rays of light across the Earth,
Humanity encompasses themselves in a dark force,
Hiding themselves in cloaks of fear-
Fear of death,
Fear of life.
Our identities become lost
Between survival and centuries,
Who we are,
The purpose of our lives
Has been forgotten through the ages
And the cloak of darkness
Becomes heavier each decade.
Those who try to remember are shunned,
For control of our
Existence becomes stronger,
"Survival of the fittest,"
Is the verdict
Money is now our survival.
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