Does anybody know what we are living for?

                                                                    No Won Nose.

An anti-hero, another mindless crime

One thing's for certain, your life's not worth a dime.

On and on 

Does anybody know what we are living for?

Africa's colonized by China

While Putin lectures the world

Twin 21'st century reincarnations

Of countries that in the 20'th hurled

Millions into their graves by deliberate mass starvation.

 Whatever happens, We leave it all to chance

Life's one long heartache

One long failed romance;

It goes on and on and on and yet

Does anybody know what we are living for?

The Roaring 20's meant madness and Euphoria

The roaring 21'st means roaring rivers and raging wildfires;

Exploding tundra in Siberia;

Landslides causing tsunami's in Greenland;

Snowstorms in the desert;

Humans breeding like rabbits.

 Whatever happens we'll never change this dance.

Just watch the landscape bake

Destroy wildlife and plants;

We just go on as though it's ours to take, yet

There's not a one can say what we are living for.

Some say it started with Reaganism:

That turned Christianity into paganism,

Used Wahhabism to stir up the mujahedeen.

Once Religion preached eternal love

But now it's just plain mean.

Squabbling tribes of irreconcilable sects

Leave entire countries devastated, smoldering wrecks.

 Whatever happens We don't change our stance

Life's one long heartache

Where love don't stand a chance;

It goes on and on, you bet but 

Nobody can say what we are living for.

 

While people starve, their militaries grow

With mounting rhetoric, whirlwinds are all they sow;

Gnashionalism sharpens their dragon's teeth;

Inevitable War the gift that we bequeath

To our children, who, like god, we claim to love,  

Then send them early to their reward in heaven above.

 Whatever happens we claim to have free will

Yet its never-ending heartbreak

Makes our lives a Nightmare still.

Must we then let cruel Destiny be

The only one that knows what we are living for?

"A plague on both your houses", was his curse

Then Covid came, turned things from bad to worse;

With headaches and pneumonia our lives leak away,

Yet ads for Revlon, SUV's, Camay

Assail us every minute of every day.  

 Who penned the notes for this, our Dance Macabre?

Who conducts performers in the orchestra?

Plying instruments of torture

That play on and on 

Do antibodies know what we are living for?

Mass media blares noise at us each day

Yet rarely if ever has anything to say

It mesmerizes minds, enthralls our eyes,

But its main objective is to polarize;

Sets us adrift, each in our separate boats

Otherwise, we're at each other's throats.

 Whatever happenstance should send our way

Life 's one long heartache

From birth to dying day

It goes on and on and yet

Does anybody know what we are living for?

If we found out would it shake us to our nasty core?

A big black hole that screams out, "Nevermore!"?

A blissful Eden, an ever-roaring Hell 

Dante's Inferno, everlasting Nirvana

Stranded on Mars or sub-tropical Botswana,

Hieronymus Bosch, eternal Inquisition

Aushwitz, Dachau, Roman crucifixion

A purple haze, unending opium daze?

More than any of these we dread,

Naught.