Money Dependence (A Poem)

There’s something awfully wrong about being rewarded painted rectangles after hours, days, and years of work…

Money is largely virtual

Created out of thin air

Dispensed from banks to their “customers”

At quasi-arbitrary rates so

People can purchase packaged crap

In order to feel a momentary euphoria

Between bouts of misery

Lawyers work with big government to

Milk men of their dignity and worth

Into the living dead

Universities discard knowledge in favour of ideology

Dumbing down education

Rounding up the youth

To fill the campus with white elephants

And ivory towers

Artists assault our eyes and ears

With vacuous expressions and obscene arrangements

The food we ingest slowly poisons us day by day

So doctors can deal us drugs

That big pharma sells to extend our lives by one more day

Maybe

                     Work

                     Incarcerate

                     Consume

                     Kill

                     Elevate

                     Die

Lost in a spiral of infinite desires

Empty minds empty their wallets

By: Tao Steven Zheng（郑涛）