FIRE LACKING IRE!

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 enable me to thrive

But I know false words cannot lit 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 the 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 pied piper of Hamlin

Inducing myriad to go for astray wit 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 numerical fray

Which alone determine 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?