“At The Mercy Of Service Provider”

When you live or rather exist in a system
Where focus is not properly placed!
All manner of things happens.

Where leadership fail without redemption.
No matter the cry and the drum sound,
The ear is earnestly infused with cotton wool.

Every sound is a dissident and unjustifiable
Every language amount to nothingness.

The staff is in a firm grip,
Who could dare look
To ask why?
Things are the way they are.

It is a dog barking
That deserve no attention.
The giant egg swinging from the top
It drop might be contamination.

The greed have it all,
And the hunger lament.
The giant in the sun,
The prowl unrestricted of hour

Traversing of desperation.
The mood of the present
Outdoing the former
In a manner that kept
Mouth aghast.

How long will these goes on?
Living in the midst of
Grabbers may likely make
You one more among too many