Avarice of Adam



We mere mortals,

Are but temporal beings.

Drowned by the wine of luxuries

That life has to offer.

That being said, still suffices not

(Countless, numerous sins ongoing

Creating, still dreaming

Of robots never-ending)

The forgotten warmth near the fireplace

And those which ae eternal

Just to be swept away

By the broomsticks of the witch,

Just to be blinded by the lust of ambition.




This poem is about: 
Our world


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