The world only cares
When they are hanging on trees
Forever lifeless
Unable to make out the wailing faces
That yodel in grief
When they were alive
You called them fools
At times christening them the weak
“The drug popping people!”
Was always your remark upon seeing them
So your hypocrisy knows no bounds?
You who shed crocodile tears
The camouflaging wolves that slowly killed the silent sheep