In the deep dark cave,
That we claim to be our hearts,
Open to sympathy, kindness and love.
Yet these ideas reflect not the world,
We live in, grow and want to retreat.
For the biggest poverty is loneliness,
The disease of the world is depression,
From luxury and self extravagance,
The large money-makers are the callous beasts of the world,
And we strive to have their useless consumerism,
To hold off the guilt of our own self-centeredness
You would think we could tell the difference,
Yet we are too lethargic to even care,
You think you could still hold on,
To hope that a difference can be made,
In aspects of our lives that bring happiness,
Satisfaction and nationalistic pride
But in a lucky wealthy country,
Where the people have rung in the whistle,
Once proud strugglers, battlers against hardship,
Have turned into careless, wasteful,
And apathetic societies, with no urge to revise
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..............................................Amen, and Women