Life is ours we live it our way

I somehow feel like writing a poem. about people's avarice

He smelt his pile of coins
he dealt his final blow
the fatso on the pile smiles
we rot in his stink below

He cut our bodies with his bloody axe
We said nothing, gave our share
he slew our friends, eventual snacks
he took advantage and laid us bare

He had a motto, a heartless one
Life is ours we live it our way
We thought of a motto, couldn't get one
We were powerless, our bodies sway

Soon they fought, their aim - the pile
we looked on silently, not sadly for a while
They were extinct, nature succeeded
We too laughed, like we hadn't for decades
PRASANTH.N


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