In the jungle

It is the most basic of all the jungle rules

Stripes meet stripes, dots meet dots, and they live in pools

And a saying says that birds of a feather

Tend to flock together

Man has neither stripes nor dots, no fur nor feather

And still, we believe we all live life together

But, embedded in the crowd, many live in their own singularity

We do not live together, it rather seems we all live life just simultaneously

We all share one planet that we say is ours

And it’s been given to us by some higher powers

So, claiming to act as solicitors in the name of some higher powers

We share this world as we think it is really ours

But sharing in a world we think we ourselves are the grand divine

Means dividing it into what is yours and what is mine

Some call this sharing altogether fantasy

Smarty-pants meanwhile builds the ‘share economy’

Some say ‘much more happiness comes from giving than from receiving’

Well-mannered they let the others go first and say ‘You start giving’

The accountant tells us the column ‘pay’ is for you and the column ‘earn’ is for me

‘This is the way the world is meant to be’

The present offers unimaginable riches for some

While most of the others feel their time is glum

Wise guys get rich very fast

While nice guys always finish last

This takes us to the most paramount jungle rule

Be a wise guy. Being a nice guy makes you a fool