Love is not a game
it is a business,
where wedding rings
are worth more than kisses;
and Valentine’s Day
is an excuse to spend hundreds
to express our feigned devotion
instead of engaging in conversation
and fulfilling promises.
We fall in love for all the wrong reasons
and we reiterate three words
forgetting their value.
Victims of a generation
lost in a masquerade;
For when love is true,
we are too afraid.
I refuse to be enslaved
To a system that takes me nowhere
Except into the realms of corporate capitalism
Entrapped in the jaws of money-hungry mutants
who value mundane meaninglessness
over human compassion.
Who would rather live rich and brainless
than eliminate the world’s corruption.
I will break free
from the shackles of tyranny
To achieve a single dream:
The scorching sun beats down
on the decomposing bodies before my eyes.
Fog and smoke saturate the atmosphere
Beside me, a once-wealthy man painfully dies.
I keep asking myself: “How am I still here?”
Perhaps my wisdom emancipated me
from the inevitable devastation caused by greed.
I built a shelter in the last remaining tree
and filtered acid rain to drown my thirst.
The fruits it bore were tasteless, odourless
but they are responsible for my survival.
Alas, my dream of awakening humanity
has failed those who still worship money.
But I am still breathing, and so are those I adore
Now, at the end of time, I could not ask for more.