Dollars Poem by M S Ahas

We are born for dollars.
We die for dollars.
We hate each other
When we have no hidden treasure.
We love each other
When we possess great treasures.

All are lovers of dollars.
All are worshippers of dollars.
All sail away for the voyage.
All work day and night for the coin.

All suffer for starvation.
All groan for the discs of food.
All take heavy breath
Because all have no pockets of dollars.
All sleep on the expensive beds.
All take heavy food.
All go for lovely trips due to huge dollars.


M S Ahas.