Money

Money!

Does the tree that fell for you know your worth?

The wonders you can weave on people that have you,

The havoc you can bestow upon those who don’t,

How many lives have perished coz of broken promises, deceit, betrayal,

mishandling, and greed that were caused coz of you.

Even an atheist has a god that he never fails to pray to,

Never forgets to find a ‘safe’ shrine for you to dwell,

Others worship you secretly but never admit it,

You are so lifeless and flat and thin, but you rule

The sophisticated products of millions of years of evolution.

Money!

Is there anything that can’t be bought when we have you?

You are the paper fuel that powers the world, day in and day out,

Beyonce is wrong! It’s not women who run the world,

No, it’s neither men nor the Masons. It’s you who runs the world.

You were needed when I was brought into this world,

You will be needed when I am lowered into the earth.

Those who know how to possess more of you are next to God,

As you don’t yield easily, just like a proud, stubborn, beautiful lady.

Loads of labor and sweat are what you expect from honest people,

Whereas to the dishonest and the sly, you sell yourself like a cheap whore.

Money!

Is there a secret code to crack you, to have an endless supply of you?

I am willing to cross the seven seas or defeat seven Goliaths to know it.

They say you aren’t the most important aspect of one’s life,

But they also lustfully await you at the start of every month,

To buy this, and that, and that, and that, and some more.

You have such magic that even time and true love can be bought,

And also happiness in every form, and shape, and depth.

If there’s one thing that can’t be had, that can’t be possessed or forced upon,

It’s a mother’s love for her child; You’re useless there, you have zero value whatsoever,

But besides that, you are the King of Kings, God of Gods, to all of us, now and forever…

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