Beyond
affluence
that makes the world
spin on your finger tip
and power
that coercively secure
the obedience of folks,
Man is.
Beyond
hustling
that on the average man's mind
is the normal thing
and challenges
that makes death
more pleasurable,
Man is.
What then Man is?
That emptiness
on the inside
that even the whole world
cannot fill,
Man is.
That hunger
on the inside
that only purpose
can satisfy,
Man is.
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