Mammon, you make me sick
With your half truths and your half lies
Your make belief success stories
What have we but your empty promises
Your greed and your speed
That burns us out and wears us down
What good is a man if he gains the whole world yet loses his soul
You don’t repay us back and you show us no loyalty
Your impermanence is sickening
You, mammon
You are half man and half material
And that makes you a monster
Wan Phing Lim 