Test Poem For Sound

This is the end of the end of our lives

The critical gap between love and lies

In a world of the bankrupt we all disappear

And carry loads the likes of which

None of our fathers could have anticipated

Callused and burdened with our fears of the unknown

Lost in a sea of knowledge and burdened with all that

We need not fear and need not lament

Nonetheless, like landowners without pity

We ignore the starving and other nations entirely

Focusing entirely on self-help and worry

Beware the ides of man