Monday, 24 August 2015

Are We, The Folly Of The Ages?

Folly Of The Ages.

Those crazy apes
fashio a society unable to love people,
seek happiness in the love of things,
Build personal wealth like giant steeples,
arrogant self-praise loodly sing.

Strut through life's bountiful land
clasping blindly ambition's hand,
forming a pitiful squabbling band
wallowing in illusion's quicksand.

Unable of the other to think
from Narcissus's cup they drink,
deeper and deeper still the sink
pushing voracity beyond the brink.

When the chronicles are writ complete
and the GODS scan the pages,
when the jury finally meet,
they will agree; here was the folly of the ages. 

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