Itís the abdication of responsibility
In an age devoid of nobility
Have you the courage of your convictions Ė
Or will you just take what you can get away with?
ďItís not my fault! I didnít do it!Ē
Iím guilty as hellÖ but you canít prove it.
Civic duty is dead, self-interest Uber Alles!
Iíve got Lotto fever, my own personal palace
ďwhatís in it for me?Ē we ask one another.
When we all may be in for it, Together.
Competition drives us to the lowest common denominator
Our isolated souls sold, bought by the highest bidder.
Sometimes I wish it was all a dream
Just Rachel Carsonís silent scream
ďthe End is near!Ē the religious profits shout,
(pockets stuffed with cash, no doubt).
We live our lives in the world pragmatic
Our tortured souls seeking the ideal, the ecstatic
Rewards flowing to the aggressive takers
The meek inherit nothing but self-serving fakirs.