Rich and Hungry

Self ever stop to think Though vague, yet rules Beings answer to souls alone That money, worth nothing to soul The juice and the cream of that money Love and life seem unending While glorying in the midst of nothing Empty the being lives on Days after nights to days That money the goal in mind Many get grasped to lose Days after nights to pursue Nights praying for day That money leaves no peace The compromises worsen the insomnia Truths undermined, brethren deceived Hoping always ever for fulfillment Tons of that money jeering at conqueror Harvested in place of peace What a glorious mirage Peace, souls perpetually seek Peace that money abhors That money, unearned, a curse That money, a torture to souls