Beneath the shelter of the trees hides a cave that lies in the shade.
From the outside, it seems like a place where darkness never fades.
My plight of fear is wounded by the curiosity’s might.
I venture in with a needless care as if something in there issued me a dare.

The cave is dark like night with lots of things to be seen with light.
From the flames of a torch I could see bats and plants hanging on wall.
At my feet, scurrying on the floor are creatures big and small.
In the life without light, their incessant labors can be seen.

A society divided by a hierarchy where the bottom thrives in a pile of humus.
Ironically, there is no fuss, no resentment of place or any disgust.
They looked beyond individuality and choose unity.
Why couldn’t my world be like this?