The Soul-Ar Eclipse

A house, a car, as nice and expensive A focus on things, so fixed and intensive The morals are gone, the ego is lying The soul is eclipsed and silently crying Prayer is left, faith is obscured By drinks and by sex our egos are lured Stocks and cash demand the attention No place for the spiritual dimension Even if creed and religion’s alive The ego makes it a reason for strife No thought during prayer, only through lips It’s hardly a cure to the soular eclipse Prayer with heart and prayer with mind, Acts without strife, and randomly kind Are the way of the good ones, the way of the wise Our world and our lives are meant to be nice