Maybe I Am Just An Alien

Maybe I am an alien,

Why,

because I live in a world where 

Insanity and brutality are the codes.

I found that the folks of this world,

find fun in watching people

getting buried in their own muddled abodes.

It's astounding that these persons

give more respect to personages, outlandish lives and

give bare respect to their own multitudes.

This race I see is quite unique,

They relish the mass killings of fauna,

They savour the pain of others,

They tussle over nature's goods and chattels so that they can chock up their own load.

This kind don't value their homeland,

They call themselves comrade in distant lands,

But are upto each others neck in their own land. 

The mankind of this world I see, 

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 want ardor solicitude

Don't lead someone to the altar, but make sure their estimated price reaches to peddle of brides.

I get shocked when I observe

this race parking their

umpteen amount of exorbitant cars

in their grass thatched houses.

But at the same time

they fraudulently promote

to live low grade lifestyle

that is close to nature,

promotes to save the worldly goods,

participate in healing the 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,

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.