bloated: a poem about consumerism

the world is bloated with more than it needs
it seems, like zombies to the next big thing
and we need to wake up, because there is
more to life than this idea of ‘more, more, more’
or that we need to settle some score, score, score

i hear the lions roar

bloated with the blisters of yesterdays inadequacies
there are babies present, innocence is dying, something must be done to feed those in need

the world can be at peace
and we can be at ease
if we get up off of our couches
and believe what we read

i hear the lions roar

the less we take, the more become
sure its not always fun
but to care for your brother, to make
him number one
isn’t that what we’ve learned from the son?

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