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…