To which humanity you wish me to walk
Sometimes ‘human’ word is not deserved to a human
When I see a pending step and the steps
An old body is wishing a cent in front of the eyes
People called themselves ‘university students’
But they are not even a less being sympathy
To which humanity they have trusted their heart
Whereas an old man doesn’t know from whom he has to wish things
The rubbishes that he want to change with a cent
To which humanity
I have to write his story
by: ara stayonmyline
