Good name, good fame,
big house, lots of money gained,
With proud selfish brain,
hatered towards poor, all fake,
just for some sake.
Not a true friend, not even kindness,
not even a person to cry when dead,
what is the use of such a fame,
where it can't even bring humanity again. Fake tears, fake words,
not even sympathy for human,
Trying to beat each other to step up!
but who cares that, those end to heaven, What is that hunger,
which is filled with blood of others.
Not a second to spend time for theirs,
without a breathe, moving-running
to catch, which doesn't have end layers.
What is that mentality to stand above all,
where the win is the end,
and not even a person to share the pain.
Allmost everyone strive for the same,
but once think,
when you are step by someone else,
Why you need such a fame,
where you can't take that to heaven.
Only your name stays alive after the death, then once think all you gain is waste,
The money, the pride but not the soul,
and body moving in air as ashes.
After all what is that stayed,
only the name.....
So, don't undestimate,
because everything has an end,
Trust, enjoy, care, love, and try to be in the
heart,
where you can never end....
©dreampoet
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