Where is my backbone gone,
When I squirm as the worms,
To please the hearts to get some,
Benefits, my minds split as the atoms,
To burn my will to stand against the evil,
When my selfishness interrupts,
I speak in different tongue,
To obtain that ladder to climb,
The sand mountain in economy desert,
Where desert roses of fortune flowers,
Struggle to smile to the radiating sun,
I look like the camel, with the heavy hump,
Filled with greenish aquatic fluid,
Not fit to quench the thirst of the porcupines,
The ants look for the tidbits under the dining tables,
Whatever the crumbs left, dutifully picked and stored,
I am worse than the animals, that work hard,
All their life, while I collect my interests,
Interests from the hearts of my loved ones,
Always longing for love, that make me an angel,
To the eyes of others, but to me,
I have the heart not fit to be fitted to any primate.
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