Poetry #161

Hey you the incognito
Do you know life after death
Do you know bliss after pain
Good and evil are the balance
That makes this existence
An opportunity and a disease
We are all Adam’s children
Disguised into foes to survive
The law of the winner
Is what makes us who we are
Faceless beings
Soulless fellows
Greedy of power and wealth
Subduing those who can’t afford
To be among the elites
Incognito we are
And Incognito we’ll die in a world
Where even the worst amongst us
Will become dust eventually