If only
product placement
could buy my heart
content
what would be
the price
of that beat?!
do you feel that heat wave?
it’s called
human compassion
what so many
are lacking
human condition
we are all so
conditioned
to grow inside
a taped up box
scraping soul on staples
there is no room
to really love one
let alone
talk
to
a
stranger version of you
(me, yeah, so are you)
allergic to truth
immersion in youth
the flame flickers
never meeting embers
human compassion
that’s the one
thing they can’t
tax
or ax
from the budget
but we’ve lost touch
with it ourselves
self-inflicted
bleeding stones
without fed’s meddling fingers
we’ve lost touch with ourselves
where is the solution
promised
man is
conditioned
to not solve
problems
(we are a) problematic species
man
is
not
so
great
i’ve lost my faith
in the human race
see you in another life…
one with
com-
passion shows
instead of
flagrant
pageants.
