While
you were adjusting time
A
thought of being in control ofPetty lives, one joyous party
Waiting for it to begin
And
not seeing the end and wasteNearing, now within reach - just
A blink of the eye
Of
the storm that dawns on mankindSwirling you up to crash
Into the nothingness you embraced
Of
lives of rushing after neoteric sensationsUnique uniformity of masses united
Damning earth due to insatiability
This greater need that drives you all
Having more than your neighbour
Flaunting silicon boobs and nates
Blown
out of proportion, black and whiteDulled to grey and harlotry
And
you, me, no better
The
wealthy and poor interchangeable in selfishnessOr do you not hoard
Wishing
the end to come
Watching,
judging and not shutting it downWould death be more friendly
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