The Basic Law Of Survival

when you are so hungry
hungrier than a dog
who cares about the cleanliness of the food
that is available for your taking?

when you are too tired
you do not mind what place is it that sleep takes you
you just dropp dead
and snore

in the most basic instincts
man can be anything

in the worst form of our emptiness
whatever is it that fills us for the meantime
we shall take in

we do not bother if it comes from God anymore
heaven and hell become nothing in the making

it is the basic law of survival
religion, morality, ethical standards
do not matter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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