Disciples Poem by Francis Duggan

Human existence seems to revolve around material success
You are judged by your job or your postal address
You are even judged by the company you choose to keep
And you follow flawed leaders as if you are a sheep
You are judged by the size of your home or your car
But you are never judged for the person you are
You may be compassionate and generous and kind
But big Brother's disciples to your goodness seem blind
Your empathy, kindness and compassion never taken into account
To them such things to nothing does amount
Big brother's disciples really good people never celebrate
Their own material flawed gods they only help to create
And since they are in majority it is they have the say
Of who should be admired and celebrated in the World of today.