Objects Outlive Us: The Buddha Of The Modern Age

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The Buddha of the modern age

Is barely paid minimum wage

To dole out truth and healthy karma

The same he gave to our forefathers

When once we reached to touch the sky

Now we have no need to try

The blurred photos of ghosts of men

Such permanence, we don't comprehend

Slaughter the sacred cow

To stuff our stupid mouths

Already fit to burst

Still the insatiable thirst

To kill over and over

We interlopers, thе inferior species

Wallow in our own faеces

Gazing down at our navels

And no longer able

To find some kind of perspective

Amongst all the invective

Glory in pathways of dopamine

Until time intervenes

Rabble struck dumb

Dementia or overcome

Stampeding

But we have no need to try