2011/01/27 Our Materialistic Age Poem by Margaret Alice

In a world where excellence is gone,
everything subservient to quick profit,
mature wine is thrown out to swine and
money talks, it is amazing to see who is
held up as role models

People revere those born rich; obviously,
they are the darlings of the gods, to be in
their good books must mean something,
total absence of morals and portraying
animal lust in public and

descriptions of depravity are admired and
lauded with gusto - I feel like an alien, an
outsider: luckily it means that the few who
do not make a quick buck by exploiting
immature talent

Manipulating budding promise and thus
letting it rot, breaking the chrysalis to
proudly display the butterfly - injuring
its wings in the process; will be even
less in number when

Future societies look back on our
materialistic age, exclusivity is
assured when profit is in
charge…