The Corrupt In Us

I stare at this abyss,

the void compels me to think

more about the world

The lures and the disgusts,

the reasons behind the thirsts

for power, the chutzpah of burking the masses

only to satiate the bloated prides,

to experience the false bliss.

The vastness of the universe calls, ponder.

Looting for money and strength,

what is its worth? Not that you look for it.

The life will end, and with it, all the egos,

the dignities, luxuries, and all the materialistic glows.

Sins remain, the tarnished you, and for what?

The affluence you could never take with you,

or the perpetual train of taint on honour, I wonder.