a spontaneous response
Impotent in the face of death, impotent, perhaps, in the face of life,
we substitute one for another,money can buy power, but not human rights,
medicine but not health, decorations but no happiness,
impossible to love, can often make us feel inhuman,
a paradox then, that leaves many bankrupt and broken,
has become an idol of the rich, destroys the joys of the poor,
if it lasts , it lasts because of us, it shines in dour emanation
paper burns, gold melts at 1063 celsius, copper melts at 1583
Zinc at 419, silver at 961, you see it's all a matter of degree,
in our pockets slides like a dark turning point of no return,
buys us illusion, figments of crazy imagination,
turns us into machines, with its numbness and sham,
impotent in the face of death, impotent, perhaps, in the face of life.
Money can't buy our love.