If I were a free-flying bird,
touching the heights of the sky,
free-falling, then rising again,
flying higher and higher—
if I were a snake,
moving here and there,
watching for my prey,
hissing out my bravery—
if I were a mammal,
walking and running for food,
fighting for my own space—
happiness would still be there.
But if I am a human being,
all I do is fool the others;
greed is the only thing I tend,
killing another for my pride.
If I am a human being,
then I am no longer me—
I have lost my soul in a world of money,
and I blame others for my fate.
So I am no more a human being.
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