Everything has its price
Everything has its price:
A tree,
The living sea,
Fresh air
And childrens� lives
Health, social care
Everything is for sale.
Quick! Grab slice!
The wild Antarctic ice,
The last whale, Everything has its price.
Everything has its price:
Freedom to walk the wild land, Loitering,
Staring at the waves;
People passed on like slaves
From land to shanty town, Always let down.
You can buy anything:
A coup,
A government or two,
The right to stand
For parliament,
A sacred site,
A way of life, a tribe,
A right.
If it�s not for sale, Try blackmail
Or a bribe.
Everything has its price:
A gun,
Somebody�s son To carry it, A concience
Drummed
To numbness,
Guinea pigs for labs, Silence,
A newspaper or three
All up for grabs.
Nothing is free.
Everything has its price �
That�s how we know
What things are worth:
A fortune sunk
In obsolescent junk,
A penny for the Earth,
The future on a throw
Of dice.
Don�t think of what is fair
Or beautiful or rare,
Primaeval,
Magical,
A perfect link
In a living ring.
Don�t weigh
The rights and wrongs �
That reckoning belongs
To those who pay.
One value will suffice:
Money is everything
And everything has its price.
Louise Muston
