To Be An Artist
its the first poem i have written for a long time. what do you think?
You didn’t see the fire
That rose up in her eyes
To become one that cannot be bought
Money is a comforting insult
Economy is an upper class in joke
Punch line poor
Are not dumb any more
Educated guess can level the score
But for now there are leaders
And some turn into deceivers
That’s just human nature
So the system is out dated
Is technology becoming a saviour?
Is communication changing behaviour?
Just like a fire
That burns behind her eyes