The Birth of the Consumer

The field of beauty did not ask

For a population of mass

But the selfish greed of the ego

Was built up to take away

All that others were not willing to give

Weeds of seeds planted as thoughts and desires

Took over their own beautiful gardens

Until one day

All that grew in their minds

Was the preoccupation

Of wanting, to want

And buying to buy

Until the real beauty of their reality

Became a malnourished truth

A battle ground between the lost you

and their ravenous monster, 

the consumer

of wants.