I saw some people
In need
And I helped them
Some way
Shape or form
For a moment
I felt them
But also saw
Opportunistic
Endeavors
Fortuitous chances
To watch how it weathers
In whether or not
I decide
To be tending
Acculturation’s
Cultivations
Ascending
To more hungry lion’s
Shares
First feeding me
And what’s left of the carcass
Society
I would sell to the vultures
At auction
And keep
The pride rock
For my kind
To impregnably sleep
And in promises steeped
In self-serving deceit
Subjugate
Sycophantic
Hyena
Elite
And as long as no
Exiled kings
Should contend
You will never go hungry again…
And again