Money is the devil in disguise

Yeah that's right you heard me, money is a devil that is wearing Angel's clothing. Telling you all these lies and filling you with so loathing. Money can make you find love where you thought love was lost. Got you so caught up on it that you suddenly lose your train of thought. Money is something that got us all caught up by the tails. Money can act like an Angel or a Demon, leading you straight to college or have you caught up in a jail cell. Now don't get the wrong idea, everyone needs money to survive. But let's be real, money is the same motive behind people dying in the hands of guns and knives. You see what I just did? I just simply told you the truth. I didn't just give you the safe pill you swallow, along with alcoholic booze. Money is not something to joke with, it will mess up your life. Having you belive in seconds chaces, after getting caught invlved in criminal activities after just one night. You see millions of Americans become the slave to an act of greed. Ready to do anything just to see the bright color of green. Promises of riches can take anyone over the edge, or a company gone bankrupt can make someone jump the ledge. See, we must learn to control the desire of money and not let it control the way we live. We must learn to the new mentality of not receiving but being more able to give. Our minds must be turned into a place where you shouldn't have to break your back to see a pay. And when you miss just ONE day of work, it shouldn't start to turn you over in a grave. Money should be something to enjoy, not something we must have. Money is only temporary people and it honestly won't last. None of the material things that you hold now, will last forever. No cars, clothes, houses, or the new animal print or brown leather. We must learn to savor the opportunities we have with our families and care less about money. Because when it is all said and done, wishing you would've seen your nephew for the last time isn't funny. So think about it next time before you start grinding to a point where you want to faint. Hard work is one thing, but work ethnic shouldn't be something that you should have to force yourself to protray. It will gradually come from persistance and discipline, not working yourself down to the bone. Working so hard that you push people away and now your all alone. It has happened to so many people don't let money make you its next fool. Break free from its chains and all its lies because remember, money is nothing but the devil in disguise.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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