A house, a car, as nice and expensive
A focus on things, so fixed and intensive
The morals are gone, the ego is lying
The soul is eclipsed and silently crying
Prayer is left, faith is obscured
By drinks and by sex our egos are lured
Stocks and cash demand the attention
No place for the spiritual dimension
Even if creed and religion’s alive
The ego makes it a reason for strife
No thought during prayer, only through lips
It’s hardly a cure to the soular eclipse
Prayer with heart and prayer with mind,
Acts without strife, and randomly kind
Are the way of the good ones, the way of the wise
Our world and our lives are meant to be nice
Aufie Zophy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soul-ar-eclipse/
