Half measures do not yield
Fifty percent peace
Jittery nerves, finger tips
Grasping at riches fleeced
Bankrupt spiritual life
When does it change?
Abundance of distractions
And the other - the same
A Portrait hangs
Society's great helm
Strange fruit
In a spiritual realm
And the consumed pilot
Steers off course
A ship doomed
Every moment - remorse
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