Hunger

Materials, materials
How blindly you sob
Thy hanger out in myriads
They govern the angry mob

Consumerism running through their veins
And these living caricatures bathe with the diamonds of hate
Illusions dance in their shopping carts
And gluttony smothers their human hearts

No faith, no love
No contact in their blank lives
But things galore
To fill their pearly black boudoirs

Materials, my darling
For me and you
To sex us up
Like the king of Awe,
Our Stalin

With rusty arrows we shoot
Like beasts we madden up
To the greedy hunger of the profane products
Forgetting to scatter away our shinny loot!