Money Matters

I guess it counts for nothing
All the promises that were made
But words don't seem to matter
When there's money to be made
No time to think of fellow man
When there's a Judas to be paid
He's busy breaking all the rules
Making blood money on Third World aid

So much for election promises
Were they just so many empty words
When it's the votes of the "haves" that matter
When the "have nots" don't get heard
For it's money that matters
And not whether it's fair
Don't look to them for assistance
They only look as if the care

Fat cats getting richer
As they lap up all the cream
While the rest of us get poorer
As we live out Maggie's dream
They're winding down the welfare state
In a bid to make it lean
They call it market forces
While others call it obscene

© Robert Ford 1994