Expanding our waist line but not our minds

search your heart, only emptiness one finds.

We know more and more about less and less

a poor fund of knowledge indoctrinates distress.

Thinking we are better renders us worse

false sense of superiority, please, please disperse.

Ablaze with perceptions of sensual pleasure

working daily like an ass for weekends temporal treasure.

Feverishly burning for things anew

all the time callous to all things true.

 Hollow hearts, hand in hands with unknown persons

as unrestricted wretched hunger worsens.

The pain is punishing but we dare not say

for far from the frenzied mob we dare not stray.

Sleep on a bed of money but rest i can’t get

soul is hungry stomach’s full, holding on to a silhouette.

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