Big Buildings

Big buildings hold fame

They hold reputation

And the people in it

End up being big

For they have killed

To reach there

They're called successful

Because they've won

Races, competitions,

The 'survival of the fittest'

But what happens to the failures?

The ones who're called 'nothings'

They probably go to a street's corner

And cry out their agony

Or do they?

Become the loudness?

The cacophony of the streets?

Where, dear successful people,

Do you think the noise comes from?

Run, to your big buildings,

For this is the 'shor' of the 'nothings'

This is the fire,

Of the big bad failures.