Treasure Island

Babatunde Aremu


Money


I need money
You need monoey
Everybody needs it
There is no need for pretense
One without money
Is like a horse without hoof
Money makes a young boy
To send the elders on errands
It makes a toddler
To become the most honoured
A nation without money
Becomes a beggar amongst nations

Money resides beneath rocks
And above the skies
From ancient days till date
Man is never tired of money
The quest is insatiable
Many crazily search for it
And ended up enslaved
Some kill to possess it
It sometimes come without hazzle
Some have it, some don't

Money is like a stranger
When it comes to lodge
And it is treated well
It continues to abide
If treated shabbily
It develop wings
And flies to another tree
Money is good
Money is pleasant
However, the greed for money
Leads to damnation

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
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  • John Ho (4/10/2013 9:46:00 PM)

    The ugly side of money hits home to many of us than we care to admit. Insightful. (Report) Reply

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