We Bow Head

I am not worth to be called human At least not as gentleman Where only few aspects are considered And liberally escape route is offered We blame nature We blame future We have lot more to share But always look at sky and stare We are master And also a cheater We follow path of convenience Offer any arguments We bow head And lead Procession For better relation We have every art To be called very much part We rush for deceptive condolences When someone is dead in tragic incidence But alas! We are free from blame Poor creature to be claimed We know nothing But always stake for something