Mindless, yet sensitive
The soul of nature reaches out its tentacles
To the brutal human world
Through these little beings…
Mindless, yet full of passions…
They make a living under the pressure of humans
Living in forbidden corners
Searching food in dumps
It seems to be their destiny
To struggle under human pressure
Yet they are content to what they have
The human beings, one the contrary
Claim to be on top of the others,
Sittling on the luxuries, yet…
Desiring for more
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