People’s way of life
Life style seems better.
Life, the choicest treasure in life
Has been earthly given a way.

So sympathetic, not its own way
But in it created, way of ways.
Mine is better and best,
Yours, never realistic.

Born in it
Live and die for it.
Connubial in it
Suit yourself and live it.

Should bind us together
In an unbroken cult.
But now look
Alongside I can’t survive.

Uphold higher
And deserve the higher chair
Seek little diversion
And enjoy forever little comfort.

The poor maintain extreme ways
The rich discover short miles.
Instead of peace and darling
Egotism becomes the hidden target.

Relating warmly with others
Am considered enemy of folks
Familiarising borrowed elements
No better than Intruder.