When they wallow in luxury
Yet groan in their greed,
Restless as restless could be;
Not aware of self's real need,
Nor listening to wisdom's words,
Too sure of their crooked creed;
-They could have flown like birds
Quite individual and free,
Not driven by desire in herds-
Not crown but scum of the city,
They deserve not awe but our pity.
Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2013
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