Requiem for Commercialism

In light of the usual chaos of Black Friday(Possibly the most stupidest day of the year) This poem addresses the worship of commercialism and materialism that surrounds it.

Requiem for Commercialism

Commercialism is dead, and we have killed him.

Our thanksgiving, generosity and material contentment

has shut off its resuscitator, ending any last will it has to live.

The failure of unrestrained capitalistic and free-market

attitudes has breached the corporate granite guard,

striking vulnerable nerves that make Commercialism’s

might seemingly untouchable, uncovering the unsustainable

idea that one’s wealth is measured by how much he or she buys.

Yes, Commercialism is dead, and we the consumer have killed him.

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