This world is full of undue significance
Values parodied and profit personified
It’s not sustainable and won’t last
It’s the receipt of doom before
Our last meal, the anarchy has begun
And I don’t even dream anymore
About getting married, having children
In a world like this, of extravagance
Where you or I are replaceable
Only existing to fuel consumerist growth
Art is dead, literature is in denial
The crickets still sing, the sun still sinks
But the world has changed
In bronze and blaze, in false media
And politics ripe with corruption
And leaders whom I can imagine
Have rhetoric of profit and change once again.
Wuji Seshat 