Money,The Blackgold
Money,in search of you
Traitor appears
Either to kill
Or denigrate
The trustworthy gets less
The sycophant demagogically gets more
The former becomes worse
The later becomes blessed
Money, your raison d'etre
Misinterpreted by your interpreter
Your searcher on do-or-die
In your search
Money,you are hijacked
By the black baron
To rule the innocent
To suppressed the oppressed
In search of you
Sycophancy adopted
Decency aborted
Inconsistency applied
But, consistency implied
Money, your whitish regalia
Turned blackish in nature
Stained with debris
By your researcher
Your searcher, in existence
Becomes asset
But in eternity
Becomes inordinate bad count.
Copyright © Ajayi Rasheed | Year Posted 2016
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