Money

It has been the most pleasant and dangerous thing on earth They say, he is power He is the giant that kills the woman called poverty His romantic hands kill her unmercifully His owners exploit the poor. The poor ar bitter in their graved heart They are badly treated by some rich people They are left with crump when the rich are satisfied They begg and pick on the groung like dogs They lavish on the street suffering. Money is power, they say He is such a seductive lover no one denials Money is not everything Money can't buy everything With all it frags of greatness, he has never conquer death nor pay for breathe. He thinks he has all, but no... All he has is paper, strong enough to control our societies Enslave the poor and benefit from their struggle Upon their wealth the poor live hopeful like lower animals The make the poor fit for their works. Money brings happening not happiness Money buy but not all Be nice to the poor, they all humans Pit humanity first, let achieved no poverty in the human race Yet! Am grateful, I see a light at the end of the tunnel which I have to capture to save the world, for safety and better living for all.