In the land of the dollar sign, Where profit is king and all else declines, The pressure to succeed, to climb and achieve, Can drive a person to despair, to grief.
The rat race is endless, the competition fierce, And failure is punished, with little mercy or grace. We're told we must hustle, grind and strive, To get ahead and stay alive.
But what happens when we can't keep up, When the stress and strain become too much, When the cost of success outweighs the reward, And life loses all meaning and accord?
For some, the answer is to end it all, To take their own life and make the final call, Because in a system that values only wealth, The price of failure is a loss of self.
We mourn the lost, the ones who couldn't cope, But we rarely question the system that provoked, The desperation and hopelessness that drove them to die, In a society that values money above human life.
So let us remember the victims of capitalism's greed, And vow to create a world that meets human needs, Where success is measured by more than just cash, And the value of life is not measured in cash.