Losing My Religion

Why can't we have a state for aesthetics?
Separarted away from the merchants
I've grown weary of this monoculture
Witless reduction of everything worthy
Into a useless idiotic product for sale
Why can't some things be slow and worthwhile?
Let them keep most of it to destroy
And give the artists, poets, singers, dreamers
Just a patch of grass or two to rest their bones on
Reflect on the few remaining ideas of beauty
Be somewhat unresillient and unproductive
Just before their fires from greed consume us all