Material Man

(Picture Credit - Madonna by The Guardian com)

He’s a material man

On a material planet.

Gobbles up money like a gannet.

Seeking status and promotion,

Upwardly mobile is his motion.

At his side is Madonna’s Girl,

In for a diamond, in for a pearl.

This poor creature has no soul,

Making a fortune his only goal.

Grandeur or Greatness is his God,

For the beauty of Nature he don’t give a sod.

This man doesn’t know what he is missing,

Life’s simple pleasures and Love’s real kissing.

Who really needs all those houses and cars,

Or getting seen in swanky bars?

What’s so fine about a designer label?

We seem to have built our Tower of Babel.

This man will be deaf to these words of mine.

The only mine HE wants, is a glittering Gold Mine.

Humanity divided into Rich and Poor,

Anyone sensible knows the score.

Nations chasing seas of oil,

While back at home the slaves they toil.

Waging wars for piles of money,

Everyone knows it isn’t funny.

Any hope for Material Man?

Unless he changes, he’s down the pan.

Please sir will you open your eyes?

Only Love is loved by the wise.

Paul Butters