When weary did the people get,
Of the barter systems’ stagnant way,
A smart man did money invent,
Quicker deals, faster means to pay.

A boon to the businessman,
A friend to the human soul,
It made of men a religious clan,
Who now only worshiped gold.

But soon it came out of the shy,
And showed its’ colours true,
The very same money people lived by,
Now became a killer too.

That sweet child of innocence was lost,
Vanished had the faith, the love, the trust,
What remained was the money black,
That again and again to haunt came back.

Envious greed of sinister purport,
Scaling the walls of generous integrity,
The silver coin doth reflect so,
The castle that stood on trust and unity,
Destroyed by the king of vices,
Money-lust, the dark shadow of prosperity.

That stamped paper – to some – sweeter than life,
Wherein profligacy resides in virtue shallow,
Only the blind can see the vile maiden,
Standing in the dark with a golden halo.
A life of Riley, sweet endeavours,
To beckon your heart – come revel,
Ethics but hard pursuit reflections,
Lost in a fog where money is hell.

For, what love can do – people ask not,
What money brings – now that’s what is hot,
No longer do your eyes reveal,
How nice you are or what you feel,
It’s the cost of your glares whereby,
People judge how high you lie.

They say money makes the world go round,
That paper-gold in your purse,
The tinkling of the coins – that sound,
Music even, to a deaf man’s ears.
‘Tis true that money can buy you power,
And what’s to stop a rich man’s fame,
Today even love can’t resist the flower,
That grows in the garden with money’s name.

But can money buy you the wealth,
That nature silently does shower,
The pleasure and good health,
That humanity does require.

Can money make you laugh,
The way children merrily do,
No, money has not the power,
To revitalise you.

Money is a two-edged breed,
So careful be of your duty,
That it sows not the seed of greed,
Then money can be beauty,
– an elegant, beautiful womb,
Else it falls to a pile of dust
Transformed to sweet love’s tomb,
Bitter palace of mistrust.