These Regular Humans Poem by Harbihorlar Eunice

Among twenty snowy mountains
The only thing moving is the eye of a black bird
I am happy to stand and stares at the sunset
not the sun......and think about how it is not really setting,
its just us on earth spinning round and round
As I get older, I get to know things,
I get to see them in a real sense
I get to see these people..these regular humans
These demons in flesh and blood,
there search for knowledge, thirst for power..
There hunger for money
I realised there is no such thing as 'evil world',
these regular humans are the evil
in there own world.