Look

Look at the happy,
the ever-so wealthy,
the facade that's their lives
in a world so empty.

Look at the fools
who see the gold and drool,
who chase the dreams
of the overreaching, ill-tooled.

Look at the clowns,
the ones sitting down,
the ones who in their own
oceans of misery drown.

Look at the liars,
the ones with despicable desires,
the ones trying to drag
us down in their fires.

And look at the ones listening
to all the dull glistening
to all the lies we can't believe
that we are quickly believing.