The vultures at it again
The vultures eating superiority
At the expense of the masses.
We are made the vultures' footmat
As soon as success comes to
The doorstep as required.
The street, our abode
Hunger scorching in hard
The bells clapping aloud
Seeking to be heard
No one comes.
The vultures are super-good but
Yet no single problem solved.
Ocean pains our warmth embrace,
Optimism far from the mindset
Until we kick the bucket.
