Fire is in my belly
I need food to make a tally
Within my own community
I am continuously struggling to promote my entity.
I need food to survive
My internal metabolism enables me to thrive
But I know false words cannot light a fire
It only can engulf me with sheer despair
Which only pave the way for me to succumb
Making me utterly impotent and numb!
I am a human, I am not a beast
I only can dream and explore nature’s floor like a grand feast
No other creatures can construe their own realm
Thus I only enjoy my status out of all creatures at the helm!
But there is a clear dichotomy within our own community
Minority are at the helm to make only cacophony
They are like the pied piper of Hamlin
Inducing myriad to go astray with a mystic rhythm
Killing and humiliating women in galore
They only promote in nature’s floor sheer furor
Perhaps not comprehending truly the number of D.N.A.
Where females are superior in the numerical fray
Which alone determines that women have the true say
Amazingly in an available social fabric men still reign with gay
Hardly they care that they descend from women’s fetus
I wonder whether they are the creatures to cause sheer ruckus?