The measurement of one’s happiness,
varies in different ways and type,
for it depends on how a person,
appreciates of what he has in life.
Some people feel contentment,
of the simple things they have,
while others aspire for more,
and seek for more riches to grab.
There were some, who really feel glad,
to see their fellow being downed,
for the agonies and the cries,
for them, it’s a sweet soothing sound.
They were the ones, who like to spit,
and kick those who crawl in hardship,
much more they devilishly pray,
that their fellow would always slip,
It gives them sheer enjoyment,
to know that their neighbors starve,
for they felt they’re more powerful,
with luscious food and precious garb.
There were some with shallow deeds,
and pretend to lend some aid,
but in the end it will be found,
that they’re counting the help they made.
How we measure our happiness,
depends on our own convictions,
but bear in mind and forget not,
God is watching all of our actions.
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