I and I

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.

Ruthesoul©®™

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