Sequester

One home but different lives,

Lonely together just breathless voice,

Days empty and nights silent voids,

Still air when storm about to rise;

Now and then they tittle tattle,

Life on run with working cackle,

Trust is another word for doubt

In this simple like living cattle;

Smirk when other fall on its face,

Let their hands to lift with moral disgrace,

Pretense other better then themselves they,

Who am I rather than preface!