If your desire is thus so, then so be it.
To be so callously blind to all that transpires, then I have no time for you.
Go live your life, your life of consuming, without thought.
Pray your well doesn’t run dry, I will have no water for you when it does.
You say, you have no time for such things, or the stomach.
How easily you ignore, all that builds around you.
With ease you are led, puffing on your hopuim pipe. Stuffed with lies and ignorance.
Cover your heads to the truths that are raining down upon your shallow existence, your half caff latte is waiting and you have no time for painful talk.
Look away from all the suffering, it means nothing to you, snug inside your Tesla, you can pretend that you are safe from reality.
You may not have been the one to start the fires that burn, but you sure fan the flames. So go live your lives of narcissism and social selfies, just keep on keeping on.
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