Fowl

For The Mews

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by yearning
Thin over-greedy self-conscious
Strutting through campus streets at dawn showing off
The proof of their opportunity
Status symbol-minded posers burning for green eyes
Wasting space in the jog of their minds
Who targeted and embellished and dumb eyed and bored spend time
Sedating creativity with intoxicated waters and flashes
Wasting desire on imitating idols
Who without any capacity to know why they buy or
On any plain night why the world cries is full of lies
What their ignorance and greed press further away
Who pass through their libraries and parks filled with trees
Without any true sense of what the world needs or the potential
Their glory may feed