Filled with threats, pride and deceit,
This world offers no tax-claimable receipt.
An inhumane competition it has become,
An unhealthy journey, devastating if not all but some.

Though dark alleys may arise around every straight and bend,
Rays of hope yet shine through and courage in them they send.
Be it in a bus driver waiting patiently after coming to a stop,
For the elderly person to take a seat before he can chop-chop.
Or by way of kindly helping a traveler in distress,
To find their way and eliminate...