AN ODE TO MATERIALISM
Oh Mother of all vices!
Greed is thy son of all ages
Being loyal and obedient to thy lure;
Making thy possessors bound in chains of slavery
Oh how have men worshipped thee!
Hurrying to thy altar of sin,
As though to do obeisance to thee
Giving thanks for thy many “gifts”
Daughters of Eve dance the same tune
Yielding their members willingly for thee
Ready to go the depths; As would an undying lover
Flaunting their romance with thee at the slightest provocation;
As would an insecure lover
Will this craze ever end? Oh how I wonder!
As the ship of humanity is steered
Without a moral compass
By blind sailors — sailing
Without course in the ocean of life
But wait! There is a glimmer of hope
When you look up and behold the LIGHT
For then you can look within and realize
That you can be guided to the mastery of Self
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