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Free From Money
Free From Money I search for money and money I cannot find What do I perceive; more search and tired mind I search for money and money I cannot find. I don't need a bank to lean on my flank. In pursuit for money, more and more I kill What do I achieve; an abundant blood spill In pursuit of money, more and more I kill. I just want to be free like a bird on the tree. At work where I'm employed my job is hard What do I receive; is not enough as a reward At work where I'm employed my job is hard. To chase after money harbours disharmony. Money I surely need, but not to rule my life What it does bereave replaces it with deep strife Money I surely need, but not to rule my life. Should you kill or steal it cannot bestow weal. For, as money changes hands to another counterfeit to deceive brother kills one's brother As lucre comes and lucre goes to another! My happiness is nil when faced with a bill. Another we dominate, when money we have hegemony we believe "oppress them to the grave," and call it "a chosen few who are quite brave! Condemn me therefore, cash I'll always deplore! We trade, we rob or toil; yet, we cannot sleep we waylay to thieve we laugh and they weep We may rob or may trade, we continue to weep; Money gives no freedom What it gives is boredom. 02nd Oct' 2013
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