Knowing not what is in store
Mind draws plans of its own
Smart we feel by achieving success
Strange we ignore potency of Times
Knowing well that nothing is eternal
Greed we exhibit for selfish needs
Tough we act in suppressing facts
Enough we never say in storing wealth
God we limit to places of worship
Fraud we accept as a tool to coexist
Foul we cry when our prowls are exposed
Moles we hide in projecting us clean
This is the life! This is modern life!
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Modern life nicely interpreted. Thank you.