“Society’s Fabric is Green”

Materialistically advanced,

Green is the colour of choice.

As children we expect treats

And fancied up boxes

A few times a year.

Money, money, money - it glows!

The more the gift costs,

The happier we are.

Charity isn't rewarded,

It's expected,

If you can call it charity...

I call it manipulative.

Creativity is disregarded

And we are forced unknowingly

To conform, in a world

Where smiles are made of cash and coins.

Many become fixated victims -

We call them gambling addicts.

The man in his big business office

Laughs maniacally as the cash register rings.

Another sale, another "profit",

Another struggling soul.

The so-called "poor"

May feel miserable without a bank-book,

But they are lucky.

They avoid the substance

Which maddens the rest of us

Who are being brainwashed.

This may just prove my insanity

But I believe that on some level,

Each of us enjoys being hostage

To mineral and paper.

We are all imprisoned in the

Emerald Realm!