Healthy Decadence
We carry the sins
of those who do not look within
and see how the tall tale they spin
begins the decay of the soul of a people.
How they piss on Justice,
practicing marksmen
who target the dreams of the youth.
Bloated with self-importance
we feed the monster they have become.
Here is no place for progress,
in stagnat suffocating sargasso
we sink slowly
while our potential lay defeated
over-powered by Life's meaninglessness.
With vigor
we thrive in circles,
unendingly,
and tremble
at how far we have receded
under the thumb of progress.
Their progress
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