Vultures not aware that they are torturers,
Eagle may assume that they are simple predators,
Circling above the ground, enjoying the breezy wind,
looking down with deep eyes only for one thing.
When their prey is spotted, the concentration get centered,
Eyes on that prey, the thought on that prey,
Wings stop to swing before a forceful delay,
Legs, claws and the nails just land on that display.
Vultures are there in you and I,
When the business man looks for the business,
When the doctors wait for the patients,
When the lawyers wait for the clients,
When the leaders wait for the votes,
Vultures are everywhere in them, you and I.
Vultures do things for a purpose, to clean nature and feed the young! But many others driven only by greed...plain greed...destroying everything. Good poem with strong message.
A very true and great write. I agree that everyone has some sort of opportunistic qualities to them. Thats their drive. Great write. I enjoyed. Thanks.
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I would like to translate this poem
Most of us have, behind every action, an axe to grind! Greatness lies in rendering selfless service to others which is often difficult! A great write!