by Alex Moskios
Ethereal strings
Our lives
Unfold and bend
Like twisted wires.
Sorrow strings
Our destinies,
Mixed with love
And broken dreams.
Enigma the universe
Envelops us,
And our gods
Play hide with us.
Yesterday's bliss
Lasted a night...
The morning after
A block of ice.
Everywhere we turn
Another crime;
A fair man
Is hard to find.
The mighty buck
Is our god;
For if we have plenty,
Who gives a rot.
We are strict on
Morals - be sure of that!
So long as they
Don't apply to us.
And when we discover
Anything new,
We expect billions
To be our due.
Thus we live
Our great lives,
And when we die
We are eulogized!