accept , o god , our impotence

we are the decadent ones
fiddling while rome burns
and partying while all around a civilization is in collapse

we are the lucky ones
who can take drugs and fuck with our minds
and who have hospitals and clinics
and clean (..ish ) water
and the twelve quid
to pay to party

our grand visions and our dreams
are as nothing
while the sufferer starves 

.