Shadowed Life!

Praying mantis strike a good pose, How much they eat, they won't be obese, People of this insect kind, clasp their hands tight, Looking up in the sky to find the answer for their fight, People wear the clothes of poor not by choice, but by force, People have the empty stomach not for diet, but have no food, Barefooted people walking on the hot soil and cold ice mud, The hands with no rings open the containers to find the air, Straining under the angry sun for feeding the mouths, Obeying the rules of the land, people are tamed, Various mortgages chained their free spirit, Scared of their own welfare, they like to be in the crowd, Though they know something wrong, they have no voice, To shout and cry for help and the hostile world, Have dorms, but they have no time to warm. Wheels are tied to the feet with policy brakes, That decide for them when to rest and relax.