Pain, Hunger, and The Pursuit Of Happiness

[Lammy]

Often, I sit and wonder about the likes of humanity and it's condition,
How it settles with being happy in their weakness and sad in their time of strife,
How they find themselves falling into a deep depression with the loss of someone they hold dear,
Of the memories that they are left with and not the touch or the care of the person they enjoy the most of.

And I ask myself,
How would I handle myself if I was born in the city and how would I cope with loss?
Would I look into the arms of another and ask for them to hold me like a pup?
Would I ask for them to council me until I am back at full strength,
As if I asked the world to wait for me?
Or would I fall into the deepest roots of despair and wish for my life to end?

As the natural-born hunters of humanity come and take lives daily,
The time for tears and inner turmoil is second to what one should do.
You either become strong enough to deal with your predator and reclaim your throne,
Or you become their food supply and become devoured and second best.

Many would say that Love will guide them down the path that will have the sun beckoning them forward,
Some would say that friendship will be the answer,
But neither of these things are true.

You either become the strongest so that you can kill all the threats, or be killed.
You make every day that you are alive make an account for itself,
So that you can become stronger, wiser, more proficient in the killing.
And then you can cry for those that died.
The wife that was lost.
The friend that perished.
And the strangers that never saw today like you did.