Articles of these dire times
Remind me of my soul's state.
It tries to fly, though misguided by
The pursuits of materialism and "joy",
But it chokes on the band. With leash in hand,
My master demands I obey his commands.
"Sit", "Shake", "Give the rich your money".
Never to reach the land of milk and honey,
My soul lays tied to the ground, reading
Articles of these dire times.