The Stereotype World Poem by Hamzat Mariam

Like farmers aiming for a bountiful harvest,
The world is bent on its back.
Farming away at the knowledge of how things should be.
My question became the strange one,
For it's contrary to the norms,
For success, for money, for fame
For the love of things I should possess because you do
For the sake of the show offs and the friend.
The trend continues with no end.

My questions. The strange one?
What about happiness?
What of contentment?
What of the peace and harmony
the heart longs for but doesn't get?

Most minds have lost,
Struck on the things they want,
Not the things they deserve,
Peace and tranquility are gone.
Only left with few.
The trend keeps going on and on
without an end in sight.