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No time left for art As the worker bees descend on the sun's rays Dereliction of duty breeds insecurity Allowing the conveyor belt to move Our greatest hopes rely on the wallet And not the gentle stroke of the brush The sword of literature and design sheathed As machines dominate our minds Destiny of redemption lying in wait As we inhale the sourness of greed No fate too unfathomable for idealism Perhaps no fate at all for pragmatism Alas, no time left for art The conveyor belt pushes forward Transcending individual furnishing And descending into the darkness of want Complete injustice for need
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
An Artist's Impression
No time left for art As the worker bees descend on the sun's rays Dereliction of duty breeds insecurity Allowing the conveyor belt to move Our greatest hopes rely on the wallet And not the gentle stroke of the brush The sword of literature and design sheathed As machines dominate our minds Destiny of redemption lying in wait As we inhale the sourness of greed No fate too unfathomable for idealism Perhaps no fate at all for pragmatism Alas, no time left for art The conveyor belt pushes forward Transcending individual furnishing And descending into the darkness of want Complete injustice for need
I decided to talk about the topic of culture, and how the importance of art and literature has seemingly become a repugnant talking point. An absence of individualism, are we simply cogs in a machine?
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26/M/Indiana, USA
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
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