The high ground is safe, above all the turmoil, away from the collective angst.
Secure from the hordes below, and separated from the gregarious followers of the trends.
Casting one eye along the valley and the other to the sky, watching and waiting
For the light of dawn to shine on the truth, and illuminate the dark lies
Of the corrupted, whose destructive influence has a glaring omnipresence.
The poor can be satiated and find contentment and the hungry can be fed,
But the dissatisfaction of the affluent minority who worship wealth have an impairment,
They have to feed a multi-headed monster whose ravenous hunger for more riches can never be satisfied.
People are measured by the good they do in their life, not by the amount of material gains they leave behind.
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
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Love the sentiments, good to see you still writing.
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Thanks, Rob. Good to hear from you.