It is quite possible not to give,
an arty definition
to human relations
in an unsafe millennium.
It is not money
and still a western thought,
a view from across the seas,
that tells Capital
to organize relations.
And so a trend of causality lies
in an age of live-in relations,
with no liability of truth perhaps
in a berth-sharing tie-up.
It is a despicable running
of kindred links,
where blood is cheaper
of no consequence
as coins flaunt.
Men are just tiny toys
in a cane basket
and women force hands down
to stand equal.
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True. We are losing the human ethos of love compasion and empathy becoming consumed by money