I Regret Called Money

Iam crying for freedom; Yes, freedom, I am losing my value. I was used as trade by barter and I lost my values, you forced me into paper, my value depreciated. For you to carry me about; you forced me into plastic- credit cards What have I done to you? I promised myself never to come back in the next world. Crimes I committed not; I settled. When will you pay for your own crimes without dragging me to pay? I became significant in the world of bribery and corruptions; what have I done to deserve the cry in my heart? Stay away from me; you that love me. If I fly away; the voice of the poor saying into my ear: there's no money –“economic meltdown”. Tell the rich to grant me freedom from wherever I am kept. Yes Freedom! I paid for everyone’s freedom but nobody think of mine. Until the poor start to fight for my freedom; Their pocket will remain dried while the rich get richers. War against the rich, and get me freedom once and praise me in your homes. where are you money? The poor cried. In the pocket and private banks, and savings in their homes; there I will be find. The rich are the cause of my scarcity; Iam lonely in their private bank accounts , separated from the joy the poor. Spill their blood and you will find me available again. The rich are the root cause of all evil and not me –money. Written by: Pastor Emmanuel Brown.