profit is the standard choice
over people who may feel
offered is the basic deal
that you, not we, rejoice
human value here
looks like love and care
to hold another's prayer
to make them feel dear
and the allure of money
is to gorge yourself aglut
in preeminence to strut
and walk where it's always sunny
with a comprehensive view of just
how far there is to fall
what makes most sense of all
is to make money as a must
that money eclipses
all other things
our tender sings
of our care in ellipses
by ourselves we're seen
but never seen by others
we turn away from one another
and love we do demean
this is us self-harming
our so-called moral fibre
making paeans to the briber
whose golden voice is charming