Choking souls

and stifled voices

Roam this world

sobbing in silence

Preachers

and followers of More

Push and hustle

around the content

Aching whispers

are pushed hard here

By the merchants

atop the rampart

The fumes rise high

from pyres of hope

Darkening the very source of light

Obesiance to the wallets and purse

Pull out some paper or plastic

Watch it manifest into trivial delights…

Verses by Philomath