Humans Are Like This ●●● Poem by Sathya Narayana

For eons they pulled our weights
and tilled our farms, the cattle.
In bestead, what requital?
When old, we sell them to abattoirs!
No wonder! Humans are like this! !

We feed on the blood of mother;
grow on the sweat of father;
thrive on the wealth they did gather
and when done with them; our total consume
not a bit do we qualm...
we send them to old age home.

No wonder! Humans are like this
and further advancing in their ways
of being thankless and pitiless
with the striding new ages! !