Beware! Elite Market Forces Commodifying Education and Humanity

POEM 

 A spark within, a thinking seed,

Born to grow, to learn, to heed.

Our minds, a river, wide and free,

To shape a world for all to see.

A thinking seed, inside us grows,

Dynamic mind, where knowledge flows.

Tends to learn and change, day by day,

In its own curious, winding way.

Markets' hand, a dimmed light,

Shaping thoughts through darkest night.

Behaviour becomes a tangled thread,

From all we're told and all we've read.

Controls on mind from elite streams,

Whispers of imposed hopes and dreams.

Desire's pull, a siren's call,

Expectations rise and fall.

Mis-education's a steady guide,

Emotions surge, a restless tide.

Through senses keen, markets we taste,

Each input felt, no moment waste.

So minds that soar, and seek the new,

Are shaped by all the market through.

Dance of elite and of the tame,

Human mind made markets' game.

What we are told, what we believe,

The feelings that our hearts receive.

The world outside, it shapes our view,

Making old thoughts seem always new.

Beware of markets that start to call,

Around our hearts, they build a wall.

What we want, and what we wish,

The love we seek, but get deadly kiss.