JOB STREET

Drowning in the ocean of suffering
The world has disowned me, disrobed me
Robbed me of my sanity, prostituted my decency

Am back where I begun
Savagery rules, the fittest survive
The rich eats the poor

But I am neither rich nor poor
Neither for the rich nor for the poor
I devour and being swallowed at the same time

Is this the glory of civilization?
A rat race perform by muscular beings
A weeping circus that make spectators laugh
All for the glory of power, money and power?

Material instincts, spiritual transgressions
Jailed and tortured in this box of life

My Tormentor, My Friend, My Lover.