A Bone to Pick

I’ve got a bone to pick with this world today,
Where kindness fades and ego plays.

Selfish minds, sharp tongues, quick hands,
Spinning drama, making demands.

It’s not your business, not your fight,
Not your pot to stir at night.


Yet here you stand, nose stuck in,
Feeding the flames, thick as sin.

Once, respect was something real,
Hard work, strong hands on the wheel.

No clicks, no likes, no viral fame,
No need to make life one big game.

But now the kind are dying out,
And even the elders scream and shout.

What happened to grace? To dignity’s place?
Now all we see is a ruthless race.

I’m tired of labels, of broken rules,
Of people pretending when pain still pools.


Why fake a smile when you’re drowning inside?
Why fear the truth, why run, why hide?

And in the shadows, watchers lurk,
Judging, whispering, doing their work.


But can they be trusted more than your own?
When their voices rise but remain unknown?

No shadows needed, no stirring the pot,
No turning your life into someone else’s plot.


We owe each other more than this,
A little respect, a little bliss.

So step back, step up, and clear the view,
The world’s not meant to revolve around you.