WE ARE MORE

 

WE ARE MORE

Its festooned its festive

Why am I unaccountably sad

Its décor, fantastic

And yet I still feel bad

Because the inner house is crying

And the inner house was glad

But the inner house is dying

And it isn’t just a fad

To say the heart within us

Is the point of all of this

Or else we’ve reached our limits

And we just don’t get the gist

We are more than mere consumers

We are more than can be thought

We are more than popping culture

Can assume its sold and bought.

mary angela douglas 16 march 2024