(Philosophy Poem) Praise

PRAISE

 

We praise who we are, not whom we really ought to be

Are we really pleased with the view of the selfie we see

So vain, or, is it just honesty, true vanity we dare praise

What we love most is to what we bow our knees, we worship

A beautiful bum, bigger breasts or a Silver Shadow in your stars

What we praise is what we be, who we really are the world see’s

 

 

Put something before oneself, you are an odd fellow I see

On a DC-10 you gonna hitch a ride to the next rock barge

Clone us, but when dead don’t donate any of our rotting parts

Why should I care when gone if others suffers, live or die

So many a star, self-proclaimed as most are rotting while alive

Through personal praise and ego, we all know we are a star

 

 

To Whom or to what do we ever bow our knee or head to pray

We think we’re so cool, one heart beat from Hell’s fiery flame

Waking up with fire singeing, our short hairs all burnt away

To whom is it now that we do wish we could sing and pray

 

 

Hearts get in touch with your senses, your Soul and your brain

Humanity, decide wisely if you wish to avoid the Devil’s pain

Humans, be careful what you pray, for reality bites like an Asp

Actions prove who owns our Soul, and our destination once we go