The greed of the white man knows no bound
It transcends life, it transcends death
Their eyes gleam with profit
Their mouths salivate at another black death
Prices heightened on a casket
Won't be too long till another black body fills it
Money earned from this purchase
Used to pay their rent
If there is anything left they'll use it to pay for their children's education
They don't see us as human
But they do see us as a money making scheme
They target us and then
Up the prices of our funerals
Their own system to monetize our deaths
Acting is their forte
When they look in our eyes and lie to our faces
Sending condolences our way
But inside brimming with happiness
Not an ounce of sympathy
Not a fibre of empathy
Just pre dug graves and unnecessary funeral bills
To them we are products ready to be exchanged
Thinking is a thing of the past
they see no profit in that
looking on is easier for them
and they'll follow the herd at the drop of a hat
committees are but cash cows for the incompetent
with nothing accomplished at the end of the day
by back-slapping glad-handing
or under the table their cards they play
talking is of days gone by
they view no profit there
watching is the thing to do
and they'll gaze on anywhere
I thought they didn't have the courage
of their convictions big or small
but I was wrong as now I've found
they have none at all
meanwhile
we're out here in the human jungle
bumbling about stumbling around
going in circles jumping up falling down
and life is good or so I'm told
but I don't buy what I'm sold
Profit
Weather a penny or it is a pound,
a profit’s a profit when it is found.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
They came with robes and golden rings,
Not to heal — but to own sacred things.
With Bibles bound in blood and silk,
They turned living water into poisoned milk.
Altars became ATMs,
Forgiveness priced in tithes and gems.
Salvation auctioned on Sunday screens,
While hungry mouths haunt shattered dreams.
They preach of heaven, sowing fear,
But drive their heaven in Bentleys near.
They claim to serve the Lamb once slain —
Yet dine in halls of Caesar's gain.
Not soul but ego leads the choir,
Their prayers are wires, their God — empire.
The gospel now a corporate creed,
With holy names used just for greed.
But beneath this glass cathedral’s dome,
The Spirit weeps and finds no home.
For truth is quiet, love is free,
Not bound by walls or policy.
And still, the light that can't be sold,
Flickers in hearts both brave and bold.
The soul knows lies, the heart can see —
That faith was never meant to flee.
So let them sell their plastic grace,
While truth returns to its rightful place.
Not in a pulpit draped in gold —
But in the silence prophets hold.
Title of poem-
"Profit and loss keep happening
Sometimes silence is better, innocence is better
The foundation of some complicated relationships is also better
Why worry about this loneliness?
Why fear your own shadow?
Why break some priceless relationships?
Why get swept away by just people's words?
Life's flavor is unique, its rules are also unique
Some sour, some sweet...... some tangled, some untangled
How can you break that precious thread of patience in just two moments?
Profit and loss keep happening, don't they?"
Lying, deceiving, misleading and manipulating the people
Using the word of god to rob and undermine the people
You will be exposed
For the people understand now
We shall sleep no more
The cloak you wear and your mask has been pulled back
You will misuse the word of god no more .
Balaam was a prophet
who knew every trick in the book
But when it came to justice and virtue
he was no better than a crook
A mercenary, a hired gun
a man of insatiable greed
Tried to curse the Jews to feed his need
But the words that came out were blessings
All along G-d knew Balaam’s plan
blunted his evil intentions
Exposing Balaam ~ a would-be con-man
There are people who profit, from weapons that kill, and others with narcotics, that sell at will.
There are people who steal and lie, and others bully innocents without batting an eye.
There are people in positions of high esteem, making millions off those who struggle, working a daily routine.
Power and greed, breed social dismay,
which society accepts, for it is dictated that way.
A donation or two gains a welcoming applause,
that appears to be given for a meaningful cause.
Don’t be fooled, for it is a calculated game,
for tax-free reasons being easy to claim.
Our world is warning, us to change our ways.
in all humanity, that the above, portrays.
Long ere breaths a chalice dawn, eternal
trials beleaguered gone, test the wayward course
yon distant clinks, bespoken image seized
his past governed weights in tallied journals
that time possess and nonesuch empty force
where quills and parchment favor bags clang-freed.
Light gusts midst a low mountain scroll past fish
and bread, the first author writes his new creed,
"God is Emmanuel" with us, endorse,
"Jesus is God's Messiah" ... crowds, Jewish
profit taxes, Prophet souls ... source.
The banking system is correct in the world and Allah has allowed deals and interest in the prevailing banking system.Riba most misunderstood word, majority believe it is haram,because majority of the scholars & alims have misinterpreted the word Riba which actually means increase.20% of profit
from all means belongs to the described categories.This is not ours to keep
and People who trust Allah don’t hesitate to give 20% of the profit and are happy to give it away.(Surah Rome 30:39)every translator is bound to
translate and has translated correctly its meanings as INCREASE..
What know you about a rich wife’s fears?
How she feels when her man her wealth nears?
Watches her the scene and marked pain bears
Or ahead goes to shed obvious tears?
A Neighbor Eve I have who goat rears
And her Charlton pays back in arrears:
Smiles of understanding, soon great fears;
She could from him run with engaged gears!
Wife to her man her wealth endears,
From him withholding it heart spears…
Charlton she’s forced to mind her profit
And on the subject turn Prophet!
Rev Pea
It's all about the features and benefits
Make a product which will benefit
The users satisfaction oh yes
An aeroplane that delivers
All promised things and more
This one they got right
Even if it's costly beyond compare
For a century it'll reap profits
Make them rich beyond realms
Not to mention the next one
More capable more costly
More profits more sold
Lockheed did this right
No revenue in peace
SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
out in 23
Peace Profit
Made in a country near you
Things to do a job
What type of job?
To heal to kill to create to destroy
All in the ACME factory
Ready steady go get to work!
Fulfil your shift
Do your quota
Finish the order yesterday
There's much work to be done
You busy little bees
Make the fat boss rich
Capitalist wage slaves
Even the commies are the same
Make some more do the work
Enrich the rich you wanker
There's no profit in laziness or peace
We are all environmental commodities
A nature food chain
Linkng the carnivorous and the herbivorous
May be simple
And so an economic food chain within man
The rich and the poor
The poor works hard for the rich with low wage
But when the rich dumps the rubbish
The poor can collect it and sell for some money
Garbage in a disposable bag
May be useless to the rich
But a treasure to the poor
A nature food chain can be complex
too
The same for man's during the rise in prices
The seller only raises the prices to get the same profits
But the buyer pays the extra expenditures
Without someone sharing the burden
The chain goes on and on
And the rich becomes richer
And the poor remains poorer
Shed No tears
There we go the same thing all over again
More of the same nothing changes
But the location and date
Death is death
Killing is killing
War profit is war profit
Way it goes from Napoleon to now
The dollar amount increases
Making the fat cats fatter
Their bank accounts rise to God
This will never ever end
Like the Alien films
They rule and own all things
Not even aliens can stop this
War is big business
And death is death
Shed no tears...
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