The Weak

Death ravages the bones of the weak,

Didn’t you know, only the strong survive?

The others get left behind, stuck to suffer and starve,

But things change, men grow old.

There are no gods on this planet,

Certainly not in a suit and tie,

The strong will become the weak soon enough,

What will they receive when they’re at the bottom?

A helping hand?

Or a plunging knife.