A Deathbed is Too Late

A Deathbed is Too Late by Rosa Hernandez

Here’s the sore
The one I know I can no longer ignore
My home, my car, my clothes, my shoes
Disgraced I find that I have, too
fallen ill to the disease that plagues
the privileged western race

I make up a part of that which devalues the sphere of humanity
Consumerism dangled pretty things on the tv screen
I walked into the web of materialistic idolatry
Believing the void could be fixed with extravagant things.

How wrong am I? How wrong are you?
We’ve imposed this insane ideology on our children, too

A deathbed is too late to reach life’s ultimate conclusion
Now is the time to face society’s deranged illusion
Our worth is in occultation by our basic human pride

In the end
Are any of these things genuinely worth sacrificing what’s inside?

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