Beautiful books shelved in dust,
the forgotten haunting a soul;
loud minds on the rush to greatness,
subtle cries to oblivion, goes the good.
News flashing corrupted bodies,
love affairs at the expense of agonies;
the indifference of a watchful eye,
endless grumbles of the wretched…
Tasteless food on the mouth of the dead,
an empty plate for the poor in spirit;
wasteful gluttons preaching holy writ!
All is vain, it’s all mockery down here.
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