Inspirations, poets

Glass of wine, flowing red

Truth isn’t dead, we’re poorly bred

Money and Fame, no more teaching

Leeching, mansions monstrous

Preposterous, private jets

Families set, an empty well

Swelling, others in their caves

Improper behaves, no guide

Lies, water to purify

We’re crucified, within ourselves

Lost again and again, forever we dwell