I hate it when I go to the malls,
The emptiness and the loneliness in the full halls,
The high price and the insulting sales,
Which only reminds of me of my empty pockets,
I also hate the stupid window shopping,
Which bulges my hungry eyes from my sockets,
A sign that my greed and envy are whetting.
Being fed by commercials and the trend,
It is the feeling that you need these wants,
Feeding that glutton, the monster of imaginary insecurities,
The number of humanity is a colony of aimless ants,
Felling victim in their phantom of uncertainties.
Their human idols in showbiz and glossy magazine,
Is a capitalistic porn and an opium medicine.
What will I need a hundred sixty gigs for,
This shirt with its print does make me a walking billboard,
Yes, these things can make me popular, popular among thieves,
But all of my savings are gone for paying twelve gives,
I really need the new model, the new color and the new perfume,
Or maybe I only dream I need them I can only assume,
I hate the mall when normally,
In a simpler time, in a simpler place,
I will just seat by the tree's shade,
Eat some mangoes or drink some coke,
Owning something is just a joke.
When I laugh at simple things,
Or I am satisfied with what is now,
Those were the days of innocence.
But now is different and I dread myself,
Now I don't know myself, I hate myself,
I always feel incomplete, we always do,
We are no longer us, we are pale replicas
We are no longer free, we surrendered our sanity,
We are no longer free, we are beasts of toil and lusts,
We are no longer free, we are ruled, yes ruled by that mall.
