Seeker of fame, seeker of fortune
Dare you enter a realm of insane distortion?
Where grasping hands reach for doors embedded with jewels,
And unknowingly enter the false world of fools.
Where the golden sun bathes all with its rays,
And materialists kneel as the priest of greed prays;
Waving pictures of a smiling Washington,
As hungry winds blow all towards the searing sun
Which explodes with joy at receiving victims well-earned
And hurls them down, like Icarus; bowed, defeated and burned.