Blistering

Hate boils within like wildfire, It consumes, it devours, it perspires. The distant bus seems miles away, As I'm consumed by a corrupting desire. Money and fame, they are all-consuming, They make us forget the simple things. We forget love, we forget joy, And in its place, hatred and death we bring. The bus carries people to their destinations, But they are blind to their own damnation. Corrupted by wealth and status, Their souls drowned in eternal damnation. As I watch the bus fade away, I'm left with the consequence of their actions. The world is filled with death and hate, Thanks to their greed and wicked attractions. So I stand here, consumed by loathing, Hoping that one day they will see. That money and fame are fleeting pleasures, And true happiness lies in simplicity. J. K. S