Is being born into this world good or bad?

Is being born into this world good or bad?

A world rooted with weeds and wheat on fertile land

A world with people as plenty as the sand

And stepped on as many times as the sand

Is it luck, God, nature or hard work?

We cannot fully tell

While he is eating, he is starving 

While she is praying, she is hiding 

While they are living 

They are lying in their death bed, wrists scared with their insecurites

Is being born into this world good or bad?

And who is this world?