Dark Concious Poem by Sonam Wangchuk

We adore those who condescend
So long the words gentle and swift
Shallow minds alike tend to foolish end
From worth to wealth an endless shift

Blindly engrossed in a fragile heart
Shun the light of truths heavy burden
From tiny cracks to pieces apart
Flowers die in abandoned garden

In filthy content we rejoice
On flesh of animals and bones of servants
As we feast in extravagant prejudice
In a world full of avarice serpants

For answers we look beyond
To imagined beings and outer space
For a way, a guide, a helping hand
All along we fall, depart from inner solace