"It's too late now"

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The world has become the realm of hollow hearts and soulless dreams,
Where materialism reigns with deafening screams,
The last poet stands, a solitary figure of grace,
Amidst a world devoid of love, a desolate space.


Gone are the days of love and art's sweet song,
Replaced by greed and lies that linger far too long,
People, mere shadows of their former selves, Lost in a materialistic trance, their humanity delves.


In a world devoid of laughter and mirth,
The Last Poet treasures each moment's worth,
For in the darkest night, a single spark,
Reminds him
of beauty's mark...


For humanity was meant to love and to live, But in their greed,
they chose not to forgive,
The laughter of children, a distant memory, As adults chase wealth, blind to their plea.


They call him names, with venomous tongues,
Blinded by greed, their own souls they've stung,
But he remains steadfast, a beacon of hope, In a world where illusions tightly rope.


They walk in long trails of suffering and pain,
Yet blind to their plight, in material gain.
Hollow hearts beat in mechanical in-tact,
"Machines they are"
A symphony of emptiness,
a tragic act.


But they'll never see, the chains they wear,
Blinded by illusions, they live in despair.
In a world of darkness, they've chosen their fate,
A lifeless existence, in a hollow state.


The weight of humanity's...