Rich and Hungry
Self ever stop to think
Though vague, yet rules
Beings answer to souls alone
That money, worth nothing to soul
The juice and the cream of that money
Love and life seem unending
While glorying in the midst of nothing
Empty the being lives on
Days after nights to days
That money the goal in mind
Many get grasped to lose
Days after nights to pursue
Nights praying for day
That money leaves no peace
The compromises worsen the insomnia
Truths undermined, brethren deceived
Hoping always ever for fulfillment
Tons of that money jeering at conqueror
Harvested in place of peace
What a glorious mirage
Peace, souls perpetually seek
Peace that money abhors
That money, unearned, a curse
That money, a torture to souls
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