They say not mature,
But they are the ones offended.
World rolling like a lego block,
And them seems to caring.
Not each other there is only I,
Beating the drums of one worth saving for life.
Throw them a million still in greed of serving themselves, but the billions are yet to feed.
I being the distinct one; to I being just I,
And talent wasted like water for one’s own lurking pride.
Cheat and mock are the words when
I becomes the Why,
And distinction of me and mine to thee and thine.
Its all ready to be as it is,
I, I And I no we; that’s how its gonna be with it and me.