Money Mountain Poem by Bill Dureen

Somewhere north of Oil City
Slightly south of Diamond Bluff
There exists a lofty pinnacle
Where no one has enough
It began with self-importance
Fertilized with greed
Now too many people go there
To plant their selfish seed
It keeps growing by the hour
Nourished by Narcissus' Fountain
For lack of more expressive words
Call it Money Mountain

It's time to bring that mountain down
To spread the valley floor
With luxuries for poorer folk
Who never wanted more
Who only wanted bread and warmth
For their children and their kin
But were left alone to suffer
For Money Mountain climbers' sin
Attack those cliffs with love and light
Make them disappear
Begone Money Mountain
We do not need you here