Am I alive; or just inhaling
In a withered, enslaved world?
In short, a world incorporated!
Where humans are consumers
Their instincts are researched,
And then exploited….
To hoard a hoard of money
With innocence dancing in eyes
They dare to advertise
The weakness of my self
And witness my surrender
To their shrewd vendor
I inhale, an air incorporated!
I sell my soul, exasperated
Till my life is corporatized
The whole planet, corporatized!
Friendship, corporatized!
Kinship, corporatized!
People living advertized dreams
Abrading faces with ugly creams
To hide their beautiful faces
Thoughts stand, corporatized
And love droops, corporatized
Do people seek love?
Or brands and makes of things
Which make them feel above
And up into the sky…
The zenith of capitalism
Is a soul; incorporated
Lost on a globe
That is lost; incorporated!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fabulous.. well written..