levels of life

Behold the slopes of iveti hills, Strolling down the deep escarpments, Listening to a favorite radio station, And my thoughts wander aloud, Does the radio presenter realize That we each inhabit different realms of life? Do we face distinct hours in our days? Then a song plays, transporting me to another scene, A scene of meditation, A scene of humiliation, For beneath the life's blanket, only a few find solace, While the many cry out in the cold of night, hearts broken💔 Some bathe in warm water, their lives frozen, battling endless wars, While others bathe with cold water, warmed by the abundance they possess. In breaking news, the anchor sends condolences To a community suffering from starvation, Yet the irony reveals itself, Within the same vicinity, people reek of riches. Indeed, this world is sarcastic, Where most survive simply because they are alive.