Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther Poet Prose Poetry

Dollar Bill

Money? Hush 
Chill baby.
Sweet, honey suckle maybe
Rich forever playing

Lotto, what's more?
What for?
Liking the midnights laughing entertained
By the thunder BOLTS clapping.
Money? An extra favor gonna  savor the
Scent of a dollar.

Always in high DEMAND.
IT'S GOT THE POWER which most people don't
It CONTROLS  THE PUBLIC  PROBABLY  THE POLICE.
Look a DOLLAR, THERE scream police please petrifying
Possibilities.

Money may cause some SAVAGERY.  MAY CAUSEA BIT
Of invincibility.  Or even deaths  as consequences
It controls the SOULS of the powerless to the powerful
All QUALIFYING  say you  would if you could
Do you dare.

Having it in your palm makes your heart pound?
When we have it 
We want to spend it, lend it, control it.
No, it controls, it is what you pray for.

All we innocent  TRIBES
Fear  the MAN with the most
Who will hire a hit on who?
Cold, the blood you spit.
How desperate  we must be.

All worshippers of the sacred papers?
It is so HONORED
Would you ever risk, just how much would
You risk for the DOLLAR BILL?
Just the feel of a $500 bill.

Do you get a thrill or a CHILL?
Are you ill?
Spend your money.
That makes it better?
Is MONEY THE ANSWER FOR ALL ILLS?

THE DAMNED DOLLAR BILL.
DOWN AND OUT?

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