Question:
What do you think of my poem?
Trivial winds have burdened our souls
Our minds
Our lives
While crying voices reside only briefly
In our ever deafening ears
Avarice is amplified by our
now sole desires
While the hopeless slave
To supply oil for their only lamp
We destroy to supply meat
For our belly's growing fat
Though by our treasures
We stay afloat
through life's tides
They miss their boat
So if trivialities indeed
Supply our needs
We must live in ecstasy
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Actually........I like it! gd job!