When the babies were born,
they were equal,
little, powerless, naked figures,
calling out for mother, to take care of them.
Five years later the children still looked the same,
yet, living different kind of world.
Some are pushed to live on the streets;
some are sent to playgroups for early education.
Fifty years later,
one is taking role as a policeman,
who arrested another, playing as a thief.
One is assuming the role of a beggar,
in a country led by another, playing as Mr. President.
When death finally arrived,
the role they played,
ceased to exist,
along with the decay of the bodies,
back to Nothingness.
Only The Self, the sole actor,
The scriptwriter, The Ultimate Director,
remains,
in Eternity.
