The air is thick with smog,
Lungs breathe in the haze.
Our minds filled with the evening fog,
Tiny metal boxes hold our gaze.
Our bodies left defenseless,
should we be struck by the beast.
Lying on linens of comfort and rest,
Instead of hunting for our daily feast.
Still, our bellies full,
wearing coats of meat,
Yet our hearts lack soul.
And our bones still weak.
Oh, how humanity has become,
Little, and feeble, and bleak.
-Avais Gilani
