Limits

Where are the limits of selfishness
 I hope that the man is not only a perverted matter
 Is not only a beast
 That grabs everything he wants
 Instinctively, without thinking.
 I hope that we are not loosing
 The faith to each other
 Obsessed with ourselves
 Living without sympathy, drifted apart
 We are making cages
 Live passes as the clouds on the sky
 It is up to you choose the way
 The clouds that grow big will fly away, disappear
 Once they will part another time they join
 But unlike them the man has a choice
 To be the one that get at the expense of the rest?
 Where is the equality before conscience
 Why the man acts in the way
 He does not want
 The others to act
 For the love to himself?
 For his comfort?
 For own pleasure
 Without remorse
 To satisfy the ambitions to kill humanity
 I stretch out my hands and cry out
 As I rise for the seventh time
 From the dust
 When friend knocked me down