Not a care for anyone else

But a bunch for themselves

They spend loads of crisp cash

While some look for it in the trash

Plenty of money, plenty of food

A mind full of greed and a heart full of crude

So much violence, very little peace

War in the air, war on the streets

Some poor here, some poor there

But you’ll be safe, if you’re a billionaire

No more money, no more careers

This is the world in 50 years