O consumer dreaming saps our being.
Like fabled magpies we are preprogrammed
To scavenge wildly for glittering junk.
For advertising burns brightly through our veins.
And it contaminates our consciousness.
We are now conditioned to scanning screens
For intermittent flashes of offers;
Linked to a vast range of brand new products.
As Christ once opined: ‘does it profit to gain
The whole world; whilst losing our sovereign souls? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem