More Than This
There must be more than this.
An empty existence whehere everythings amiss.
Senseless violence strikes out with an empty fist.
Holding no useful things, to hate they cling.
Everyone out for number one.
Only caring about themselves.
Never there to help anyone else.
Unless they'll get something in return.
A narssacistic selfishness that deeply burns.
Ever on the world does turn.
There must be more to life than this.
The pursuit of money, this image we kiss.
We worship only this.
The goodness of the world away we've pissed.
There truly must be more than this.
A better life on which we've missed.
Helping eachother through the mist.
Through the fear and pain and vanity lain.
To find their way and make a better day.
There must be more that we can do.
If we don't we're worthless fools.
Bound to lose for what we choose.
It's time we finally paid our dues.
poem by Michael McParland
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