MONEY
I'm just a paper
Yet, everybody want to have me
Sometimes I wonder,
why they so much love me
Some are true friends
Some are enemies
They love following trends
Some for good motives
Let me tell the truth,
because I hate lies
I have something to share with you
So, open your eyes
My name is money
I have two sides
I lead people to the right direction
Also lead them to the path of destruction
I cann't befriend a lazy pig (man),
that holds a digger but cann't dig
I'm a friend of an hardworking man,
that, despite the challenges, he still stand
I help those who work hard to have me
I destroy those who go for rituals just to possess me
I'm a friend,
I'm also an enemy
Now you understand,
why I'm called MONEY
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