For what is Consumerism?
What do we really need in life?
Lots more shoes? A fancy car?
Gadgets? The latest phone?
More gadgets? Massive TVs?
Brand-name clothes? Big houses with too much space?
Extra gadgets? Designers kettles? Sparkly trinkets?
Alcohol? Porn? Alcohol and porn?
Less woodland? Poisoned rivers?
Death to the unborn? Poisoned Lakes?
Poisoned seas? Poisoned minds?
Yet more stress? Yet more desire?
Yet more greed? What do we really need in life?
Look at the industry that advertises lust,
depicts the must-have and must-see
and though it’s not free it may as well be
for we buy an escape.
Observe the greasy corporate comptrollers of capitalism,
how they plunder our children, our world and our lives
selling us a legacy of shit. Yet we buy into it.
Who’s the fool and who’s the king?
Who sells blood for diamond rings?
Who kneels before the fetid altar of bling?
Scooped-out hells hidden in shells.
Tear-streaked faces in damp-ridden places.
Young hopes eaten, young chances beaten,
young dreams weakened and wasted.
Self-regulation is an aberration
to those who pine for costly wine
and smelly cheese and the need to please
the purveyors of lies, ignoring the cries
that fall from the mouths that don’t taste food
but know of the pains of birth in a land
that falls prey to a predatory man
who flogs baubles and beans with no magic it seems
but that which is force-fed whilst the hungered lie dead.
Antán Ó Dála an Rí