At a vantage, beneath my quizzical glare

I see men like athletes on the race
en-route a comfort zone
to eat deep on the
reserved future of innocent ones

I see men feigning hustlers
under the pretence of G plus
I see crop of rituals in merriest
bathing in the pool
of bloody wealth


I see men that care less of their morrow
being diluted with regrets
I see men in search of wealth
through panties laced on the ropes

But all I have seen is madness
madness that has come like play
madness to be rich via blood money
The madness of pants eraPANT ERA

Dear God,
If hasty wealth nurtures such madness
Let more madness falls like rain
on these robbers of panties and the bra