Sacrifice

As I pass the small roads,
I reached a much wider road where I found,
Traffic jams exist and whistle exist!
In the short period of time,
I met a friend who think I am strange.

Saw a loaded full of chicks and chickens!
I am not sure where they are going.
But I can see through their eyes lit with fire;
Fire of hope, love, and sacrifice.
I asked in my mind,
Are they travelling?
Their eyes seem to reciprocate,
They ain't travelling but they are travelling for good.
Tho I can't understand their language,
I somehow sum up their languages.

I know they are owned by fastfood, restaurant owners,
I try my best to explain where they are going,
But their sparkling eyes seem to think,
I am, as a person who is sarcastic enough to them.
I don't know why they think like that to me,
Cebause I was trying to explain where they are going.

I bade good bye ,
For we two are going for different purposes.
Seems like I sojourned to their life ,
Just to make them feel I am sarcastic!
Their eyes blink like so strangely.
But I never stop thinking,
That they are into the jaws of death!

But later I realised why they think,
I am a sarcastic person.
I realise why my words are sarcastic to them,
Because I am also a part;
A part of society that digest them just for our taste buds!