Under The Armpits Of Reality

In every street of life Children are playing Under the armpits of reality Not fed or groomed Not guided or nurtured They are debris under the armpits of reality It's not the smell of underage unhygienic habits I am worried about It's the smell of a world that is undergoing moral decay It's the smell of a cancerous tumour called selfishness That we should all be worried about It's the unhygienic thoughts that hovers in our minds The loss of our communal responsibilities The decay of our communal relationships The degeneration of our moral fibres Have led to our children dying of hunger Our children being raped and abused It's the symptom of a dying breed of humanity We are slowly being stripped of our human ways And a new kind of humanity is spreading A humanity that is devoid of any moral and ethical consciousness A humanity that is lacking in the ways of the Truth A humanity that has been punctured by the thorns of wickedness Now humanity is infested with lies, deceit and recklessness It's not too late to undress our ways And address our short-sightedness We should come back to the manuscript of life And weed out all false teachings and economic projections We should delete the philosophy of individualism And curb the spread of materialism We should pour ourselves onto the carpet of life And reawaken the spirit of togetherness We should bury our wicked appetite for money And carry ourselves to the pedestal of hope We should unbutton our hearts And allow the Light of God to spread It's our collective consciousness That should be filled with Love And we will see the streets of life Full of well-fed children Children with no scars of war or abuse Children who are full of happiness Our beautiful children ©