CIVILIZATION

Hither and thither they go
No man can tell where
The crowd with hitmen and thieves
Even a hit squad might be on a mission
To kill the old fellow selling hoagies at the corner
For he spilled the beans about a deal
When he agreed to conceal it after doing the blue act
To the woman selling daiquiri in the bar

But something attracts my attention
From the balcony of my flat, where i stand
A man in tatters lying on the path,
An old mug near his chest
He wakes up and shakes it to produce some noise
As some added something to it
Others stepped on him, spat while some,
Couldn’t spare him tirades of expletives

How they went to church every Sabbath
Only to be saints in bright daylight
But devils in the midst of darkness
A wolf in a sheep’s skin

Hospitality missed their dictionaries
Pity has been erased either
But the truth shall for once prevail
When it will rise and dawn on them
That the world is round and full of surprises
                                       by; Krop Brian Kapelion