Infected

 

Society's been infected with

An insidious disease

It's causing me concern and stress

A state of some unease

 

Today we've lost so many things

Care for those around

Lost the art of empathy

Care has run aground

 

It's all to do with me-first

And winning at all cost

If we can get away with it

No problem – nothing lost

 

The cause of this disease, to me

Comes down to simple greed

For the must-have dollar and

Resulting must-have breed

 

Will society recover?

Not let this scourge destroy?

A warning's there for all of us

Against it's subtle ploy

 

The dollar is important, yes

For life, comfort and joy

But friends are more important

Than any dollar toy

 

Don Matthews March 2019