it was a sweet taste,
the perfect blend of
chocolates and cream,
of vanillas,
of cocoa and strawberries;
ice cream.
though the world
doesn't work that way,
this place is full of flavors;
greediness,
pride,
hunger of power,
society.
you turn to a game of poverty,
a challenge of whose mighty enough
to lead the people; begging.
and yet these monsters are spitting
venom onto you,
like they were the human, not you.
and you, all you can do is
to drink the poison to quench the thirst,
share it with those people beside you,
your hear is pure and greed can't
consume,
but at the end of this day—
this minute,
death will come knocking at your door.
the little girl, you are, told your mother what you did,
—i scream.
