A Consumer's World

A Consumer's World

A Poem by David the writer

It's a world of gold
The story's been told
Everything comes at a price
And all success comes from vice

No more heart
No more art
It's a consumer's world
Slowly coming unfurled

Saints are made of gold
Their stories all told
Each complete with a fall guy 
Whose are you going to buy

Politics are a means to an end
No rule is too small or big to bend
All fighting for power
Every moment, every hour

Vote for your imprisoner
And watch the fallout linger
A lust for control
Will lose your soul
 
Saints are made of gold
Their stories all told
Each complete with a fall guy 
Whose are you going to buy

All heroes are in stone
Buried and all alone
None are left to save us
From all this superficial fuss

We could be heroes
But no one wants to impose
On the empire of gold
Or what the future has to hold

Saints are made of gold
Their stories all told
Each complete with a fall guy 
Whose are you going to buy


© 2016 David the writer



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