If we’d call it by name
There wouldn’t be a definition for the same
In theory, we’re a thinking species
Many times I’ve doubted that thesis
We all live in a concrete jungle
The predator expects its prey to stumble
Low life organisms such as parasites
Sucking blood from their hosts’ insides
Animals don’t lie but people do
Same faces that disguise their intent too
A thief will always be a thief the same way
A prostitute won’t change what she says
Or does… Different name with a price tag
People on the street scavenging for a bag
Of food or anything they covet
The flocks go and do then forget
Deep and mysterious is the human heart
Unexplainable and many times very dark
Some experiences are painful leave a mark
Life is simple, we’re the ones making it hard