Everybody’s looking for something
Everyone wants to get off
We are the consumer
More is never enough
This is the oracle of all groceries
A monopoly of convenience
They show us what we want
They show us how they care
And we couldn’t give a damn
Conscience isn’t cheap
So they blind us with bargains
Money doesn’t talk
Money takes
This is the lair of the monster that never sleeps
It’s too big to be nimble
So they lumber on
Suffocating the past
Leaving empty shells
Like yesterday’s news
This is all pretend
A room full of bad actors
Losing the plot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true! related to this poem indeed! ; D