Money Itself Talks Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Money Itself Talks



I am in the shape of coins or In the shape of paper, I have different shapes and I have different faces, I am the thing that everybody Loves or dies for it, I can fly high in the sky If people have it anytime, I am the pretty lover of all lovers And I am everywhere on earth, I am called a bad master and I am called a good servant, I am sometimes called evil and Sometimes I am called lovely, I can not be ignored or I can not be avoided anytime, I am in the shape of brilliant gold or In the shape of pretty silver, I can be cashed, paid, transferred, Given, taken, spent, or circulated anyway, I am the people's pretty talks or The kingdoms' pretty treasures, I am anywhere and everywhere on earth, so I am the pretty money that all people Love and they rarely hate it all the time.

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