Damn you, money!

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

Money, man, money, money;
How disastrous it is!
Modify it; nullify it;
Defy it; don’t deify it.

Imagine a me moneyless;
And a you without money;
Imagine each moneyless;
Will all, of hunger, die?

Man created it is true;
Now it makes men fools;
Ere further it fools you;
Sink it in deeper pools.

Say money is my servant;
Say money not your boss;
Say you are its creator;
Say you are supreme boss.