Made In 'The Lands Of Tears'! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Excuses can be given for non performance,
Overly populated and opulently cultivated,
Tissue cultured has the same characters,
Grown in the sterile environmental potters.

The wild are those, still left on their own,
Stunted in growth, as there is no modern,
Chemicals to treat in every stage of their life,
Looking at the sky for the juice that leaks.

Squat wherever they like, hygiene at stake,
Rich are unaware such human are awake,
On their home lands, shame on those fake,
Heads that are filled with vanity locks.

Hard to open: force open those vaults,
May rescue many hearts from ills and evils,
The worms are hungry for their share of blood,
The regular supply is still available from poor nodes.

The competition is very strife, who can offer cheap,
The empty stomach need to be filled at least half,
Thank you brothers and sisters, you are the customers,
when the middlemen reap profit, both of us get cheated.