Devoid Mark Poppen

It’s the abdication of responsibility
In an age devoid of nobility
Have you the courage of your convictions –
Or will you just take what you can get away with?

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t do it!”
I’m guilty as hell… but you can’t prove it.
Civic duty is dead, self-interest Uber Alles!
I’ve got Lotto fever, my own personal palace

“what’s in it for me?” 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 Carson’s silent scream
“the End is near!” 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.

 

 
   
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