By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Our world is filled with meaningless commercialism,
imparted with every muscle of technology,
ruthlessly and relentlessly to capture our minds,
in an endless stream of exchange and ownership.
Far beyond the bounds of necessity,
life has become a succession of striving towards acquisition,
accumulating wealth, status and power,
with not a thought for the gift of life itself.
How invested must we become in this game,
apart from supporting social structure and responsibility?
How freed are we within this mundane struggle,
the course of most people’s lives.
Should we reject the game are we to be ostracised,
cut off from the teat of society and judged unworthy?
Or are we a silent rebellion, a vein of society’s meat,
living within the gentle folds of abstraction.
It is difficult to live on the periphery of commercialism,
and remain untouched by its long arm.
Compromise is all that can be done to survive,
to live within means and be true to our beliefs.
Here we wait, for the bubble to burst,
and life return to sanity.
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