Moneyless World
Penny is in people's Mind,
Which makes them unkind.
A world bereft of penny,
Would be the genesis of bonhomie.
Then, the souls would do what they are supposed to do,
Stretch their hands to atone without much ado.
To reckon the very purpose of existence that God entitled us with,
Penny will say, I am just a myth.
Penny is in people's Mind,
Which makes them unkind.
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