Wasteland of a Wasteland

In this barren wasteland of a
Wasteland
We profit from
Nothing
Tangible
In this wasteland
We make toys from plastic moldings of
Maniacal dictators' wings
And our minds
Oh our precious, beautiful minds
Are subjected to the most rancid
Diatribes & fluctuations
To ever be produced by
Western civility
Oh it all seems unbearable
At times
Yet we trudge onward
In this barren wasteland of
A
Wasteland
Things could be better
Things shall be better
Things must be better
Tomorrow
Than
Today
But tomorrow mustn't be
The main objective
Lives cannot be transmuted
Overnight
One generation must not hope to
Survive
And enjoy the spoils of another
Generation
Until
The last grain of sand has been filtered
And turned into
Fertile
Fecund
Ground
......
In this wasteland we do live, laugh, love
And play
In this wasteland we must not forget
Or stray
....
Beauty is within
All is
Within