Maybe I Am Just An Alien

Maybe I am an alien,

Why,

because I live in a world where 

Insanity and brutality are codes.

I found that the folks of this world,

finds fun in watching people

getting buried in their own muddled abodes.

It's astounding that they

give more respect to personages,

outlandish lives,

& give bare respect to other lives.

This race I see is quite unique,

Relishes mass killings of fauna,

Savouring the pain of others,

Tussling over nature's goods and chattels 

To chock up for their own good.

This kind don't value their homeland,

They are up for each others neck in their own land,

But call themselves comrade in distant lands.

The mankind of this world , 

Don't follow rules, 

but surely makes fraudulent rules

Don't take responsibility, 

but want authority 

Don't Love, 

but expect endearment 

Don't care, 

but wants ardor solicitude

Don't lead someone to the altar, 

but make sure their estimated price reaches

 to the peddle of brides.

I get shocked when I see

them parking their

umpteen amount of exorbitant cars

in grass thatched houses.

But at the same time

Fraudulently promote

to live low grade lifestyle

that is close to nature.

They promote to save worldly goods,

Encourage to participate in healing environment,

Not just to fill deep pockets and

sincerely save our nature's humble abode.

I think I am an alien,

Because in the womb 

I envisaged people of my world,

I thought they are different

than the kind I am in,

I visualized that they will be human

instead of just wearing the skin of them. 

They won't have festering mind and disarraying soul,

they won't be living in debauchery and find gaiety in wantoning,

they won't be full of duplicity and dissimulation,

But they will genuinely and 

heartily consider other as people &

this nature as their humble abode.

But what do I know, 

What could I possibly know,

I am just an alien

From other orb.