Where Are The Immortals?

The search for power, the stink of greed.
On humanity and kindness we all feed.
We fantasize, we imagine, we dream,
To height and prosperity we beam.
We look up, see the success in our mind's eye,
See all the things that money can buy.
We grasp, we choke, we smother,
And to look back we don't even bother.
We snatch the innocent, crush the good,
We push anything that on our way stood.
We stamp, we kill, we steal,
Then we just plan our next meal.
We destruct the pure, we destroy all beauty,
Try to find a way to escape mortality.
The stench is getting strong, nausea is taking over,
But only some can smell it, they don't run for cover.
Those who see, those who know,
Those who haven't stooped so low.
Those who hold, who grip, but with care,
Those who come out of their lair.
They are the immortal, they are the gods,
They don't wait until He nods.
But where has all the goodness gone?
Crushed, destroyed... what have we done?
We close our eyes, tears of blood fall down,
In seas of delirium and fantasy we drown.
But we are humans, after all. We never learn.
When will the immortals take me while I burn?

By Obsession Pathetique, 10th September 2005