Twisted Fate

Like a bird, standing on unsteady feet, the shants reside,

Their existence lacks both moral accord and human reason’s guide.

Amidst a cluster of possessions, they find transient bliss,

Yet beneath it all, a rollercoaster whirls towards a desert abyss.

Those who sing praise to such hollow tongues,

Despite fate twisting and money's snares, they belong.