I thought I knew
how to close a deal
Until I was asked
to give up my last meal
For the sake of the
unbreakable seal
Which was perceived
as an inherent ordeal
By those who exuded
love and goodwill
At the time it was
just a collective spill
Money is a friend
we all wish to have
A partial
reflection of the other halve
Whose riches are
hoarded in a hive
Where greed is the
only desiring drive
Just to keep the
spillover safe and alive
As many strive and
struggle to survive
I have seen the
corrosive powers money possess
A public exhibition
vicious men do to depress
The spirits of
those under financial duress
As though such ugly
charade would address
World greatest gift
of all as we always profess
In our daily
hustles to make our lives a fortress
I will leave the
arguments to the true philosophers
Whose words are
consistently against the profiteers
That have taken the
reins of the society like theirs
Knowing that the
consequences of greed are fatal
In a world where
affluenza is becoming legal
And yet the system
wants everybody to be normal
***Dedicated to all true and honest hustlers, victims of financial troubles, and to all crusaders of love, equity, and justice -- I hear you all!!!
