My Own Neurotic Emblem and You (aka M.O.N.E.Y.)

I often walk through groves of tow'ring steel
And reach to ward my sol's bright fiery blaze
The people mad with economic zeal
A massive horde entrenched in wasteful days

With clarity I see a stronger path
The tribe's great task to see through dark of night
Their greedy sloth and lustful glutt'nous wrath
Become the song of their renewed delight

This way is hard, surrounding all with strife
Without regard to woe or death or plea
Rewarding those who risk the pain in life
And growth to both the saddened and the free

The tribes undone, wage war, compete for space
Egregious to concede to earthly grace