Too Many Suffering Humans

Too many human beings
Are suffering.
Day to night they are
Frantically working.

Always rushing, while living
As if in dead bodies
Too busy living
Life like addicts.

Nowhere to go,
Yet still they are running.
To save themselves
From others’ fury.

Allowing freedom to those
Who are murdering.
Turning a blind eye,
To all those who are suffering.

Humans beings are dying
Every single day.
To be reborn again in time
For the following day.

Just hoping that then
All greed will end,
Even in the most
Inhumane of men.

Looking for a better
Coming together of ways.
They are suffering
In their all days.

Hoping;
It may save their children.
Yet knowing
They will be wrongly proven.

What dreadful life
And luck awaits them?
Unending suffering
Is the future for them.

Too many of them
Are burdened with sufferings.
Who hands out luck
To them as offerings?