I wonder at times,
If I can ever find solace.
Explaining in rhymes;
The suffering, the bollocks?
I find all around me,
Our species applauding.
Its wit and its beauty;
So blinding, so deluding.
So far from the truth,
At best just bright monkeys.
Blundering, and letting loose;
Like fools, like junkies.
Slavishly pursuing,
Poor regard for good deeds.
Hell bent on satiating;
Our desires, our needs.
What about compassion,
And responsibility?
Why we are swayed by fashion;
With triviality, with frivolity?