Money

a poem by Gummadapu Narasimha Rao

Money! where thou, stay always needy
Might hatch in edifices of those mighty,
Thou, add to odd bents who steal sweat
But enter not into thresholds that sweet.

Money! thy deeds art placid and sordid
Convert students just pedants of candid,
Settle wed locks of maids just as parent
Never read hearts, of shy teens crescent.

Money! thou control culture as miracle
Hide gold like lofty heaps in rich circle,
Nations progress at thine fast exchange
Even violence mounts of thy sly charge.

Money! thou grantD
But fetch, bliss of wealth to that corrupt,
Even, thieves cult thou to grab of patent
Still sane save thou, by hard toils potent.

Money! thou heed not to the destructive
Incline to needs of the elite constructive,
Project planet as the deity of éclat gaiety
Protect exalted men for exulted integrity.