The World Today

By Prasheel Mathray

One dies of thirst, while the other drowns in it,

For it is rigged, or perhaps it's hierarchy.

The system is abused, constantly drained of its own resources,

This happens in plain sight, yet remains hidden under the covers.

Who am I to speak on such sensitive matters?

I am nothing more than a mere civilian, unknowingly suffering.

Suffering in the filth and murk while they enjoy the tropics,

Once, we were robbed of our time, efforts, and overflowing resources.

This time, it is our own people, rather than those white folks,

Unfortunately, there is no end to it—at least none as of now.

For its cure, patience is needed,

The cure—human extinction.

By Prasheel Mathray