The Curse Of Materialism Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Everyone yearns to be encrusted with the finest things in life
To occupy the pedestal of material success
To be clothed in the most beautiful material artefacts
To be in the company of the rich and wealthy
To be known the world over
It's the entrapment of materialism (selfishness)
It's the despair of loneliness
It's the sorrow of separation
It's the constructed reality
It's an exercise in futility
Vanity of vanities all is vanity

Let's pause and look on the spiritual side of things
We are made from the perfect fabric of consciousness
We are clothed in the most beautiful spirit of faith, hope and Love
We are the temple of God
We are the strand in the fabric of eternity
We are the canvas of existence
We are the fibre of freedom
The bowl of spirituality (consciousness)
Our true reality
Our home
Forsaken
Dilapidated
Ruined
Deserted

Until we embrace our inner being
We will not be quenched of our thirstiness (loneliness)
Our sorrow will not be wiped away
Our yearning will not be satisfied
Our lives will not be free
It's the curse of materialism

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