Society, groups people of all kind
Wealthy are adored and are the prime
Destitute ones are not seen, almost blind
Youth love the wealthy and lose track of time
Becoming rich is a huge obsession
A child wants to be the best, to be free
Like a drug, it gives you an addiction
Wanting to fly in the sky, like a bee
Embarrassed of your people and your home
Maybe being rich is not all there is?
Embarrassment surrounds you like a dome
But is it too late to reverse this mess?
As they grow older, they become content
Happy that social class could not make a dent