A Feast for Moloch

The poem below depicts a bleak and critical view of modern society, particularly focusing on the themes of industrialization, capitalism, and the exploitation of nature.

It portrays faceless corporate structures and the labor of many as mere cogs in a machine, pretending to care for the common good while playing a deceptive game.

The pursuit of ephemeral wealth is seen as a cruel joke, resulting in invisible chains that bind individuals. The world is resigned to relentless growth at the expense of nature, leaving behind a trail of material and spiritual decay.

The poem suggests that humanity is currently going through a path of unsustainable growth and imbalance, with dysfunction and coordination failures prevailing.

It highlights the destructive consequences of insatiable greed, warning of the high cost of this dark bliss.

It highlights the destructive consequences of insatiable greed, warning of the high cost of this dark bliss.

In faceless towers of glass and steel,
The sweat of many spins the wheel.
Pretense of care, a masquerade,
For the 'common' good, the game is played.

Enslaved they stand, the haggard throng,
Craving rest their days prolong.
Chasing ephemera, wealth's cruel jest,
Invisible chains on every chest.

Bound by a pact, no soul has signed,
To relentless growth, the world's resigned.
What’s left behind - a trail of decay,
As nature fades, souls turn to clay.

Balance tips in dysfunction’s favor,
Growth's cruel creed, humanity's savior.
A silent pact, no soul desired,
In this theatre of the absurd, we're mired.

Each alone, in fear's tight grasp,
Undermining hands in every clasp.
In this waltz of warped ambition,
We fan the fury of a world in perdition.

Behold! The Feast of Moloch! Dread and dire,
Fuelled by this relentless, ravenous fire.
Devouring nature's sacred gift,
Pursuing wealth, the scales we shift.

Gorged on greed, this monstrous feast,
Feeds the beast, but not the least.
A hollow echo in the abyss,
Beware the cost of this dark bliss.