SCARCITY

To live in scarcity, dear

The scars are so pronounced

And roam  round the city-cars

And villages, does it not disturb?

While you, reduced to the elemental

Clean fish and boil the rice.

Friendship ain’t no safe vessel either

You know it as the cock crows

And spot the sinking ship go under.

The poke-marks of time

Are pronounced and clear

You tell yourself that this game

That words hold

Ain’t gonna end

When they split

And spill the beans

One aught to take note, oh dear!