Uh, Humanity
And its search for Happiness
But why do we search for it
Knowing the coffin for the rich and the port is different
But those who go in there are all the same?
We either die looking for it
Or live like the rich
With a distorted version
Of what it is to be happy
Uh, Humanity
And its search for happiness
And we do what we do
For the money that will buy our happy days
We learned somewhere that owning stuff and people
Will bring us happiness
From who did we learn this from?
From the rich?
The same rich who have not the same reality?
We could just the same take the advice of criminals
but I guess we do that already
Who else feeds this senseless narrative
Other than the owners of stuff and people?
*Written on April 16th 2020 *
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