Human beings aren't hominid cattle.

Each one has their daily battle.

 

This woman's blind, that man is deaf.

Each one has their daily battle.

 

He needs escape, she wants marriage.

They too have their daily battle.

 

A couple grieving for soldier son.

They hate the word, but have their battle.

 

He has a stammer, she hates her weight.

Please don't mock their daily battle.

 

She loathes her job, he just lost his.

They plod on through their daily battle.

 

A single dad, so determined.

Says out loud, it's a daily battle.

 

The old, the ill and those who care.

Hospital life is a daily battle

 

Sports stars desp'rate to stay on top.

Their glam'rous life a daily battle.

 

Manager handling awkward staff.

Rails against fate for her daily battle.

 

Booze and drugs are easy options.

If you're losing the daily battle

 

The poet searches for just the right word.

A small matter, but – a daily battle.

 

So far as I can work out, this breaks several of the rules for ghazals, not least because it isn't about love or separation. But it's an interesting form so I've (loosely) followed it. A pseudo-ghazal perhaps.