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....
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