Crooks In The Mlm.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Money can be grown,
The drops of sweat flow,
Not on the roads with no signs,
But from the master plans,
With love and vision,
Money can be grown,
From the plantations of mind,
The saleable can be sought,
The dead leaves are swept,
And can be the manure and compost,
The new plants grow munching the taste,
The money can be grown,
From the hearts of weak raven,
And the ambitiously pecking hen,
The heavy head stone at the top,
And then they build the pyramid,
Pushing the weight down to the glamour,
Need more supporting pillars at the base,
Millions of people have lost their money,
The age old tactics of MLM,
Believe, if they can make money many fold,
Why can’t they use their own and get profit,
Why do these vultures come to your nests,
To pick up every chicks and eggs you have saved,
Greediness is not nested not only in their mind,
Ours too, we like to be rich overnight,
Invested ours in their crooked scheme,
Look, the children are hungry and,
Have to go to school in confused thoughts,
They start to talk in the loudest voice,
Man, we are the reasons for their fraught.