The people were scattered,
like ants crawling the succulent juices of freshly grown peaches.
The people were scared,
humble, but somewhat agitated by fear that swallowed them.

The people were ruthless,
fighting against the morals of a higher society.
The people were calm,
resting their weary heads into the warmth of glorious companionship.

The people were lonely,
even the dilapidated warehouse found friendship amongst the city lights.
The city lights were carnivorous,
tall obnoxious buildings towering over the insects that abused their territory.

The world was resting,
only to be awoken by a homeless man seeking guidance.
We found peace,
even though war devoured every sense and emotion encapsulated within the human body.

We were free,
but activists charm and goodwill were impeccably out numbered by the senseless warriors.

A universe that sought a planet.
A planet that cried no mercy.
A continent that escaped humanity into vindictive territory.

Dictators stumbled into leadership,
hindering the lives of families through disturbing and violent hatred.
The people felt anguished,
scraping empty purses only to disdain the dream of a third world country.

The people felt happy.
This wasn't a place for intruders,
our hearts speak different
yet it is the path of the covetous mind we follow.

We are those people.