We all now have a heap of aspirations
To selfhood, pure and bright.
Quite silly for the generation
That’s fully classified
According to the views and habits
And character and style.
We’ve all become Mobile addicts-
Thumbs-up-for-my-profile!
Old battle-scarred piles of novels
Are bitten now to dust.
They ask to live, they beg, they grovel
But they are left to rust.
We’re eco-friends engulfed in plastic.
We’re fit though eating chips.
And tested paint so nice, so drastic
Leaves blood on our lips.
We sigh for those who live in torture:
For sick, for weak, for odds
But do we pray for their fortune
To any of our gods?
Still we all have a heap of aspirations
To selfhood, pure and bright.