Money
computers have
no children to feed
or rent to pay
or place to sleep
machines don't buy food
or wear clothes
or go to concerts or plays
i've never seen an invention
go on vacation
or put money in a church
metal and wood
they use to help us work
what happened to the flow
of life giving blood of our world
is it somewhere in a bank
somewhere in gold
the laziest thing on earth
metal and cold
no feelings about christmas
or people that's cold
value? all it is, is a number
it's not feeding anyone
but taking us under
if the gold don't start moving
we'll have a communist revolt
kill all the rich men
and take their gold
their machines
their inventions
their contracts
their polititions
and their souls
to places the sun don't shine
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2009
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