We have too many distractions in our lives – but that is a discussion I’ll save for another day.
Go on now rats: go run in your hamster wheel and scrape together that sweet nectar that is fame, success and money.
Poisonous Nectar of Life
As water is to all living things
So is money, success, fame to man
It brings cohesion of its god’s beings
The sound of coin formulates dark plans:
Soul’s – loneliness, inertia, ultimate death
Our bones rot to the core, absolute abandon
We dig unfathomable trenches
As we search for our water
We ignore the jaw that clenches
Begging us to lay down the mortar
Turn back to your family fool
What about sons, daughters?
Will you too, throw them to wolves?
To be ripped by avarice’s magnetism
By this sick fascination with ladders
Run by wealth’s different schisms
We sate our hunger with poison
We justify the rat race, deflect criticism
We fuel the capitalistic flame
With our time, our effort, our kin
Seeking out kings and queens to blame:
To justify our candy-coated sin
We keep on playing this futile game
We drown in our hamster wheel’s din
September 2011 – Francois Hermanus Steyn