
We have so many poor
Rapping on the door
When will thee let ye in
Greed is only a deadly sin
Our destitute ways tugging on your soft parts
Listen to the collective rhythm of our thumping hearts
We are not wanting in, but to only show you where we’ve been
What we’ve come to learn , about the light within
Without the drive to secure material excess
Your ways we strive to never acquiesce
Green paper is NOT the path to true happiness
Rather the means to make the many even more ravenous
We see your passions of an avarice intent
As we lie and wait and lament
What is it that makes your consciousness different from ours?
We wonder, as we lie and wait under the stars
As thee answer slips onto our consciousness
The relief sends me into a state of somnolence
Utter joy and the warmth of love ensue
I hope you’re finally coming to
I hope not, that you may be confused or bemused
Feel not ambivalent, but catching onto the clues
That is, coming to realize
All of which I despise
Is nothing more than an illusion in disguise



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