Money Can’t Buy Me

Don’t buy me hand creams, face creams, perfumes, talc.
I always want to wash them off again.
Don’t buy me chocolates, caviar, champagne,
or roses to match the colour of my cheek.

I have enough scarves to make myself a noose
and only one small neck, so what’s the use?
Diamonds may sparkle — I don’t like their glitz
and they are not forever — nothing is!

Give me an ounce of peace, a starry night,
a quiet place outside the world’s long fight.
I want intelligence that’s not AI
to celebrate human creativity.
A future for the children born today.
Everything else is only vanity.