The Final Cost

In high esteem the world once held
a gracious heart and humble soul
Soft spoken yet strong and mannered well
with kindness and charity as the goal

Somewhere we were broken down
and sacrificed our inner guide
and find that as we look around
too many are filled with hateful pride

Our leaders and idols used to be
the first to put others first instead
now they shout for me, me, me!
as the world like zombies nod their heads

Kneeled to a power untrue
all the world wanders lost
Is this what we've really come to?
And what will be the final cost?

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