MAN'S LUMP

:image by Atansuyi Babatunde Tersunate

Tiring feets
Roaming the world,
Manners decease'd,
Beguiling thoughts.
Sullying iris
Numbering loss,
Live like beast,
Feed from soil.
Befriending mystic
Mystery of love,
Much intending
But little done.
Play in sandpits
Yet fight wars,
Died to piddlings
Tho craved for much.
Tho few be kings
And lot servitors,
Both worship still
Own apparition.
Some make earnings
And others spoil.
Still of this list
Is man own lump.