Materialistic

In stadiums vast, the crowds cheer loud

For a game where men chase a leather shroud

Football, they call it, a sport of might

Yet in its shadow, a darker plight

A human soul, with a 401 K in hand

Trading it all for a seat in the stands

While families in their city weep and cry

Their stomachs empty, their hopes run dry

Obsession with objects, money, and fame

As human suffering is treated as a game

In this world where priorities stray

Compassion and empathy fade away

A society where touchdowns hold more weight

Than a child without food on their plate

Oh, the tragedy of this stark divide

Where human life comes second to pride

In the shadows of glitz and gold

Lies a truth that’s often untold

That in caring for each human heart

We find the truest form of art

My mother frequently criticized her own mother, alleging that she tried to compensate for her absence with money and gifts. (Exactly what my mother did with me, except she was also present, and I repeated with my son, and she used it against me.) We would mock her behavior, finding humor in her excessive calls.

This pattern reflects a broader societal trend. I was reflecting on football when I recalled an article about individuals depleting their savings to attend the Super Bowl. It struck me how materialistic our world has become, prioritizing possessions and wealth over life and integrity. Consider the countless lives that could be improved with such resources. Instead, we opt for fleeing indulgences.