We’ve turned our backs on Spirit, now we face the void alone.
We’ve turned her Garden into dollars like dogs gnawing a bone.
Humanity goes by the by when there’s Mammon to be made
and any who don’t ‘toe the line’ just do not make the grade.
In this overwhelming flood of humans, humanity is rare,
in our scrabbling for Mammon , compassion is not there.
We battle to be ‘winners’, though victory means nought
as it has in every war our ‘humanity’ has ever fought.