A CALAMITY

I sometimes think that in times of
calamities the wolves are still there
wearing the best sheep's clothes
and in packs they go to the places
where people are asking help and
with their instincts they do what
they always do: taking bites and
finally taking all of them for their
sumptuous dinner.

Not to be outdone are the vultures
who are waiting for their own time.
The dead are useful too for their
breakfast.

There are only few good Samaritans.
And they work without any nameplates
at all.