Treasure Island

sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

A saddle


At back of the pound
Just to fill your bowl
Money as a blade
Merely with dual edge
Money makes fly
Money makes cry
Money makes a change
Or makes a chain
Money makes a chair
makes u cheap
Money not your cause
It's only the cost
Money makes bright
Money backs dream
Or breaks dream

Can be for bread
Can be for bride

brick for your house
To build your profile
brand for the success
Polish for your shoes
Make you so brief
Source for prestige
Bridge where's breach

Who have the bread
then have the brain

Boon hit the sky
may bring to the hell
Burn out in block
Balance of our earth
Brace your heart
It's bound for peace
Power for the great
Bond for the grace

Money as bracket
Is a bone of the faith

Bounce for your aim
what you buy
for
You will pay for
Just a payback


money makes crime
or
makes cream
manifest our best
or magnify inner beast

So with the saddle
on back
Holding bridle in hand
bearing your inner light
With your backup state
you will be the prince

Praise for our god
merely feeds
the bird
certain pair
certain paid

Money not the great
But the 'MAN' is great

Submitted: Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Edited: Sunday, November 24, 2013

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