Comforting for me,
Blood curdling for others.
I do not wish to die,
Dont wish this on your brothers.
Slowly i discovered,
As truth would rear its head.
The living aren't all living,
The perished aren't all dead.

Wealthiest are fed while standing tall amongst their idols,
Sacrifice the weak to hold a place amongst their rivals.
I hope we see the patterns,
Before they rob us blind.
They leave a trail of crumbs,
so you may creep behind..