A Pile Of Rotting Cash Poem by Tango
A Pile Of Rotting Cash
The world has become a terrible place.
I often ponder,
what is to become of the human race.
Everywhere there is poverty, and greed.
Of a social conscience,
goverments, seem to think there is no need.
Legalised murder is committed every day,
as thousands of unborn children,
are aborted, and flushed away.
Wars are fought over oil, the black gold.
In third world countries,
children into slavery are still being sold.
To commit every sin in the bible today is okay,
you can even get married,
when you are gay.
So mankind continues to sink,
into his own sticky morass.
When the final oblivion comes,
all that will be left of him,
will be a pile of rotting cash.
~Tango~
Very well written Tango, calls for donations -where does it go? to help the poor Not on your life...dig further its for admin they say...foodstuff gets sent instead of vanishing cash- thats left rotting - whats salvaged gets sold on black market to people who have nothing, to those we are trying to save - now rotting - who cares? Thanks for bringing this into the open -
a pile of rotting cash........ certainly give the clear picture of world order........ who cares? ..........best write...........
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:49:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is deep and scarily real. A powerful poem that packs quite a punch. Thank you so much for sharing with us :)