The Hunt

I live in a concrete jungle, with buildings in the place for trees, and traffic noise in the place for wild game. Dawn to dusk I trek with other people like bison, as we search for better opportunities; most of which have been taken by other people. "Dad, what have you brought us?" my children ask when I'm about to enter my house. What I bring home is all what I've worked for, that day. Sometimes I meet muggers and scammers on the way, all who have been forced to be as they are, because of limited resources. They are human, but their humanity is hidden under the carpet, when their will to survive kicks in....