Love withers
in the scorching heat
of insatiable materialism
big cars
grandiose lifestyles
conspicuous consumption
and talk of 'Missions' hold sway
in the persistent search for success
their dominion the key
that flings open
hitherto hesitant hearts
their allure
the fountain that whets expectant thighs
aah!
like the rhetoric of morality
the fleeting aroma of wealth
now stands universal
inconveniently juxtaposed
with scavenger horns
as emblems of actualization
'love is not enough'
she said
we are a generation of exuberance
love of money endures
in this our bleeding breed of greed
we are but a riotous generation
propelled by endless insufficiencies
and endless rationings
rationings of power
of responsibility
of opportunity
rationings too of morality
Which way shall we turn
when love. alone. is not enough
© July 2010
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