Life is but a jungle
Surviving most of the time –
Barely making it by
We hope to find green pastures,
We fight to drink from oases
All that matters is that we stay alive
Not minding who we trample on
Or whose blood is being spilled
Sadly, sometimes we turn out worse,
Than the animals that we seek to tame
We go deep into our mind’s wild
To fulfil our desires
We seek who to hunt
In order to feel on the top,
Therefore, O Mortal
Be careful on your life’s quest
For one day,
Your life will come to an end
And your days would no longer be counted…

(c) Chukwudi I.