Sentiments

Instead of cheering those of their own, To succeed and achieve... And laying to pave a foundation they could depend. For them and generations to come, And strengthen. They feed on deceit, idle jealousy and thieves. Creating an isolation of destituting deprivation. Begging for handouts and diminishing empathies. Until they too... Like dust from rusting particles in the wind, That dry up and blow away! Leaving them unabled to comprehend... Or connect loose ends. These minds are not nurtured, To let those kinds of thoughts sink in! And the sentiments expressed... Will not become digested soon enough, For them to grasp and reflect upon Their expected disapperance! That can be assured and counted on! If they do not free themselves of an ignorance... They possess and accept with devotion.