The money man is coming today
Travelling with his goodies bag
Packed with the sweetest words
Lined with the dollar and the kina.
He'll bare his teeth with smiles
Explaining the valuable ore
And the money you'll make together
Is all he dreams and cares about.
He'll promise to bless you with money
He'll promise you just so much money
But he keeps hidden a deep dark secret
Of a Midas' touch and Mammon's curse.
The price you’ll pay for your greed
Means you get less what you're owed
He won't tell of the profit he'll make
Or the ore price that he controls.
Billions in revenue for his masters
But destruction he leaves behind
Volcanic-size crater and dead river
Poisoned land and environment curse.
What did you gain to lose everything?
This curse you have to live with?
To be like Midas and worship Mammon
To give all you had for what?
The money man shines his teeth at you
He still carries his goodies bag
Lined with the dollar and the kina
He has made his fortune and left you.
While you inherit a colossal useless pit
Which one day might be a lake
With a sign for tourists and sightseers
‘This Pond Was Once My Village.’