We are like bees on a pollen beautiful outside but consumed by spiite.
Walking under dark clouds with empty hearts.
With naive mind on broken paths.
Flesh wearing off because of evil past’s.
Ego burying us alive.
With some dreams shuttered.
Raw instincts is part of our survival.
There are blood spills because of mere feuds.
We spit on the hands that nourish and fuel.
We are merely victims of our own choices.
We suffer fate at hand but yet we still pour scorn on wisdom.
Our graves are becoming shallower.
As moons pass lives remain eroded.
And race becomes alienated.
Human walls are collapsing.
Why can’t we live harmoniously.