Oh feel the planet’s salty tears
Consumerism rife
That calculates for profit each
Unique human life
From childhood prodigies who are
Pushed and pulled to be
A tower of dollars mounting up
And stars for all to see
To women walking on the streets
All clad in skimpy clothes
For men to buy and use at will
Prostitution to expose
Or the slaves of inner Africa
And human trafficking
For wealth and riches to amass
A trade so damaging
And children working on the street
In Southern Latin parts
Risking abuse for little gain
Such impoverished hearts
Plus gambling, alcohol and drugs
All sold for pots of gold
To those who’s cravings buy them out
Their lives deprived and sold
Lest murder, wars not to forget
Corruptions of the soul
The depths of tears that spill for all
Consumed from pole to pole
Ginz&Tonic 
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