The Wrong Turn, a lampoon.

It once seemed that we could only grow

Until we somewhere along the way took a wrong turn

A new kind of improved Homo Sapiens

But somewhere along the road we got bitter, greedy

Not greedily, but rapacious, the first could be explained

positively. One can be greedily for truth or true love 

Alas it was greed and salacity just too vulgar

We chose that wide road that turned out so easily accessible

All, rich and poor, old and young, could travel the road, effortless,

The tarmac of society on that we thunder meaningless

Full of indulgence and full of ourselves and with hate for all

What thwarts us in our morbid egoism and narcissism

Even the blood, the own child is in the way though

You must have offspring, but will not take care of it

Nothing may cost effort but the own pleasure

The egotism in the highest banner, ergo ego maximum

Too gloomy you think, all is not so bad

You are probably different, but the only mirror you know is

Not that of the soul, but that of ostentation….

…¿So upon which do you judge this lampoon and yourself?...