Money Poem by Tony Adah

Money



I will wake up
From my deep slumber
I will rise up
From my wretched grave
When I hear thy sound.
Betrayer of trust
Enemy of the gullible
I will shake
In my corpse
When I hear
Thy sound.

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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