The narcissism of the man
Matches
With capitalism's inherent flex
To ununified progression
Towards policy.

Will, will have us
Roaming around universes
Battling toward star weary angels
Indifferent
To our $40 dollar lives
That is worth more on the line
Then on the dime.

Ideals were a human thing.

Imagine,
We go out
Full of vigor and pride,

Only to be

Immediately forgotten

Once the stardust -

The stuff we are made of! -

Is sold to the higher bidder

(this was a human (English) translation)