WHO ARE WE?

Who are we ?
The rare gems agonized
by natures barren soil.
Pleasure in no way can be monetized
Even when we toil.

Who are we ?
The feverishly stringing pusillanimous
Souls; with a body labelled bowl.
We are the swayed anonymous
Friendly visitor of poverty howl.

Who are we ?
The sons of man
On rags appearing Like a sham.
Delectation far from us, is it a ban ?
When are we ever going to be calm ?
Tentatively, our believe lies in the book of psalm.