A Price Tag On Every Soul

Everybody bears a price tag Claim tycoons with bottomless purses With a plethora of dollars to flash and flag About to entice simpletons who deem their lives struck by curses Inserted in their DNA Generations ago Which render them incapable to shove away Bets of cash their stricken spines can’t forgo While stomachs groan and lips Demand smartphones, mascaras and lipsticks Deployed to slay chaps with wanton whips That cut and slice with savage kicks On pates gone wan with insomnia As limousine driven juggernauts Splurge huge wads of notes to catalyze mass hysteria Among street corner astronauts Whose flight to Cupid exoplanet Fell on its face As moral worth net They chose to suppress In the face of perennial penury That nibbles homesteads bereft of meals In January When cash overloaded sovereigns strike asymmetric deals In which they beat down the cashless Unless the poor rebuff cash offers Preferring the famine and thirst the voiceless Endure twenty four seven cos their coffers Cash they’ve never seen Cos fate shifted the balance of resources in favour of the few Who more often than not turn out mean To taunt the poor who shift on a church pew As a tycoon blurts, ‘There’s a price tag on you The sooner you acknowledge the reality The better your world will enliven anew As on you my bucks bestow and restore dignity in humility.’