Make Money
They make marriage a priority,
And forget the necessity,
Love fade, love vanished
Money radiate vivacity,
Make money, marry your equal,
Let it be superfluous, it command obedience
Don't marry in poverty,
is disastrous, ruinous and lethal,
It tattered your soul and lead you to pang
Don't believe in their motivations,
Money is happiness,
Make money and see obedience.
Copyright © Ezra Bature | Year Posted 2021
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