Up for sale in the market now,
A soul and all that can be bought,
For a conscience as hollow,
There is a price that is sought.
Of bids and bargains,
Are voices of interest and scrutiny,
Nothing transcends profits and gains,
But for the zest to master else’s destiny.
Air, earth and water,
Sold are dreams and prayers too,
As desires seek more fodder,
There remains nothing to rue.
The butcher shall again use this knife,
to cut to pieces flesh and bone,
The fallacy called life,
Shall remain buried under a stone.
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