what is my purpose?
why am I here?
why do I exist?
why do I fear?
Where is my sense of wonder?
my awe of just being,
my creationist senses nothing,
To life what am I bringing?
My purpose has no goal,
no expectations being met,
no happiness in my lifeless soul,
today society is sucking me dead.
this day I met man,
friendly enough to me,
but I found him so elitist,
treats people with inequality.
the stock market plummets,
the stock market soars,
our lively hoods depend on it,
the morning mail arrives, P45 on the floor.
anonymous fat-cats, bailed for their failure,
government giving bank handouts,
not a Samaritans favour,
payment for an act, pseudo criminal behaviour
give me my simple life, where my name is known,
let me till the fields and reap the seeds I’ve sown,
warm me by the fire and in the heart of my family,
enjoy the company of strangers, without fear or anonymity.
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