dare we try to make sense of the madness
leave the wiser to shoulder the blame
when the pain of remorse is a bitter source
like the taste of the wine in their veins.
care though they may, and why should they not
their wealth is the deafening silence to life
they feed their vulturous needs
believe the world’s axis, their greed
where their troubles are left our plight.
upon us they thrive, we were not made to fail
should we lose our feet, gain voice
one glitch could defy all hope to prevail-
watch this life they made dismally decay
by our hands made by their hands
our minds by theirs, but
gave their hearts to intelligent design.