Never try it
There is a king
Insensitive and merciless as a crocodile
Marvelling at its own seasoned riches
What a betrayal is it?
A parasite in the winter
Looks sympathetic as a street vagabond
Forgetting its insensitivity
Hence, salivates upon others’ riches
What a glutton is it?
Once had flocking together as pigeons
Disperse in the era of uncertainties
Like dogs that run away from their babies
To nourish their stomachs
What a camouflaged heart is it?
A hungry lion is more sympathetic than it
Slightly different from a bear
Insists on its own living
Burdening the survival of the other
What a selfish life might it be?