Unchained Slaves

Our endless greed,
that seems so right for a moment and so wrong the very next,
From it's womb our desire takes yet another birth,
We never send it right into the tomb, we never kill it to everlasting death,
We let it grow, play right into it's hands and begin many a quest,
How foolish is it when we look for water in the middle of a desert ?
"Isn't it meaningless?", no one even asks,
And dare to speak the truth no one really does,
Desire after desire brings back only the thirst,
We continue our false voyages under insane pretexts,
We run after nothing with youthful fervour and zest,
To conquer the unwanted we play our best shots,
Possessed by our desire, we do grow, but only smaller and smaller,
And shrink into unrecognisable emptiness,
We do end up winning, sometimes at last,
But don't we truly know, we are seeking joy at the saddest feast,
Even a candle that fondly burns,
Knows in the end to put off the fire on it's head,
But we continue to breath desire, through out the day and right through our bed,
As every next day drags into the night,
We kneel down not bothering to offer even a feeble fight,
With arms folded, eyes closed and the head hung in solemn prayer,
We grow afraid of our desire and yet fake being brave,
The truth though, is something all of us do know,
That we are hoping to find lasting comfort only in our grave.