Money

I try to grasp modern life and question man’s morals when I see the begger’s shoes how he suffers and quarrels with the rich man’s wife He has nothing to loose I think about his feet covered in cuts and sores How’s his journey gonna end? He sleeps on floors and dreams of pity in their eyes before they shut their doors Life’s hard on the street no food to eat Newspaper blankets make for interesting reading “Life is a democracy” and though our hearts are bleeding our pets get better feeding it signals hyppocracy Important purpose has he a warning to our seeds Most will fail to see a better tomorrow Looking, but not seeing the poor man’s sorrow he’s reason for being Our need and greed shall turn us away from heaven, come judgement day