Limits -

Where are the limits of selfishness

I hope that the man is not only a perverted matter

Is not only a beast

That grabs everything he wants

Instinctively, without thinking

I hope that we are not loosing

The faith to each other

Obsessed with ourselves

Living without sympathy, drifted apart

We are making cages

Live passes as the clouds on the sky

It is up to you choose the way

The clouds that grow big will fly away, disappear

Once they will part another time they join

But unlike them the man has a choice

To be the one that get at the expense of the rest?

Where is the equality before conscience

Why the man acts in the way

He does not want

The others to act

For the love to himself?

For his comfort?

For own pleasure

Without remorse

To satisfy the ambitions to kill humanity

I stretch out my hands and cry out

As I rise for the seventh time

From the dust

When friend knocked me down