In the burned-out corners of existence,
there sit empty bodies, forlorn and weary
Traces of smiles lie in heaps,
piles of joy that once were
waiting to be hauled off to the dump
A grey expanse, hovers over economic doom,
while the animals know there’s no more room,
for the hearts of man and woman seem seared,
by the busyness of work, and bored tears
The hungry child, sitting upon a desert hill,
cries, hoping that someone will hear
Yet no one comes to their rescue,
because the system has stolen the best of you
