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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/3/2012 11:16:00 AM
Wow, very powerful and significant poem. I enjoyed reading this perspective. Within it's existance money has also played a huge roll in spreading God's message as well. In the end God uses all things for good. I think he will also use your writing. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 8/20/2012 5:54:00 AM
Alfred many truths here, wonderful poem. alas a world of commence, and everything evil that goes with it, you are not alone Alfred, in searching for a solution, yet we should have learn't by now, after all it was Jesus, many centuries ago that gave us all a glue.
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Date: 8/20/2012 7:46:00 AM
Harry, seeing you standing with your hands on your waist, remainds me of my late father's look; whenever he has a message to pass across to my mom. Harry, it is time men of words pass their message to the word. you have a word in you likewise me and others. Thanks for your voice of encouragement. Blessings.
Date: 8/20/2012 5:23:00 AM
Pastor, a very powerful write of good and evil, I think the key is knowing which is which!....David
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Date: 8/20/2012 7:53:00 AM
Good and evil created by us all in greed to enjoy sinful world of pains. 'which is which', our parents should anwer this! supperrich and supperpoor they created all. All things bad and beautiful, we smile at the day. Thanks for your comments, let's release our voices to the poor to have hope. Thanks David, lv your works so much.
Date: 8/20/2012 4:34:00 AM
Woow....Alfred...This is a very moving and deep poem. Freedom...(!)....(?)...for all ! - Poor or Rich.....Money is the root of all evil, that is so true. - Wery good poem! - - - Hope you had a nice holiday. - Thank you for visit and comments my poem. - Have a beautiful new week in sunshine & love. - oxox big hug from me // Anne-Lise :) (I may give a pastor a hug?)
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Date: 8/20/2012 7:59:00 AM
Do we have to wait till money gain her freedom before we eat good food, send chidren to better school and dress well? let your voice put food on the table and hope on the faces of the poor. freedom should be our written history before departure. Thanks for your love and hug. miss you Anne.