Money
By Parizo Van Thulare
A paper with illustrations
A coin with symbols
It is everything you buy
It is the state you bribe
One's mind you distract
One's eye you attract
You have taken so many souls
Yet you still continue digging holes
You grew fangs
And recruited gangs
You made it clear
And yes life without you isn't fair
Everyone worship you
You fed them with ego they grew
Those that praise are few
It's you that they chew
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2019
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