Pitiless
In between the days
and nights, a lot of people
grasping their breaths,
while the gangsters
are snitching with demon
eyes in the owl light.
as if nobody is in bed dying,
as if nobody is starving,
needing their empathy.
They’re heartless humans,
selfish as the fat fox.
Don’t know when they last.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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