New age,
Old game,
Played for fame,
That's just a rage.

The million posts,
And tweets that roar,
Of hate and hope,
Juxtapose.

Money talks,
And ideas fall,
As the dreamers sell,
Soul for gold.

The future bright,
For the old with might,
As they dine,
On the young that shine.

Your saviour's you,
And you alone,
Catch those wisps,
That light up the road.

So loose that hate,
And those treacherous ways,
Forget that gold,
And the logic it holds.

Walk off that road,
Filled with *******.
And pave your own,
That takes you home.