Objects Outlive Us: The Buddha Of The Modern Age

[Verse]
The Buddha of the modern age
Is barely paid minimum wage
To dole out truth and healthy karma
The same he gave to our forefathers
When once we reached to touch the sky
Now we have no need to try
The blurred photos of ghosts of men
Such permanence, we don't comprehend
Slaughter the sacred cow
To stuff our stupid mouths
Already fit to burst
Still the insatiable thirst
To kill over and over
We interlopers, the inferior species
Wallow in our own faeces
Gazing down at our navels
And no longer able
To find some kind of perspective
Amongst all the invective
Glory in pathways of dopamine
Until time intervenes
Rabble struck dumb
Dementia or overcome
Stampeding
But we have no need to try