Expenditure disproportionate to situations,
Effort expended at the wrong moments,
Forced from ideals of duty made up
Over dried, faded, customs of class
When life was slower, not as fast.
*Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp*
Ring the boots of the gentrification
Process in and around what we call
The world and all the things in it,
Ignoring dire plights for flights elsewhere.
Why should monetary means be it,
The reason for so much effort expended?
Especially when we hold so many other
Things dear; hopes, dreams, ambitions,
Love for others and ourselves, forget funds.
Use your energy for what is important truly
Instead, rather than what dead heads tell
Us of the past and how our future should be,
Old voices crying for our doom when they
Shan’t even be here to see it fall.