Possesion's
Possession,s
Even in sanctity of brilliance past and forlorn
the dead scholars would grieve the notes they adorn
why lesser a note is given to me
for measured by wealth everyone has to be
you need it ! I want it ! give it to me ! give it to me!
A man stands in a barron field
no crop for him, no yield
he cries and morns for his children rely
on the little said man and field cannot supply
you need it ! I want it ! give it to me ! give it to me!
Another man sits and claims poverty
*** in hand, heated house yet no 50 inch TV
running water, and food a plenty, so what’s the moan
his children the latest clothes and phone do not own
you need it ! I want it ! give it to me ! give it to me!
Why does the banknote hold so much power
when beauty and food is found within a flower
why can one man crave sustenance for his need
yet another man crave sustenance for his greed
you need it ! I want it ! give it to me ! give it to me!
The wealth of this world is so unjust
yet in the wealthiest areas, the trap must put its trust
real benevolence exists in poverty
where humanity shares its limited property
you need it ! I want it ! give it to me ! give it to me!
MB 2013
Copyright © Marc Barritt | Year Posted 2013
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