Reality Life Poem by Kelvin Owusu

The weakness of man
Corrupted by one’s vanity
To be seduced by power

A gun is unable to fire
Without a host to pull the trigger

Imagine money was kind and
Love was evil, but unlike love
Money was hard to find

Let’s say you found love
But like an iron fist
Love ruled your mind
Consumed, would you let money in
To bind and cast away
The evil of love’s rule?

Now back to reality
Money rules the roots of evil
Well that is what’s often told
The blame of most evil
Often placed by the old

A currency that has no soul
An object that is not of life
But spoken of as if it was
An entity of life

Humanity never to look with them selves
Diverting all that is not right
From oneself towards materialistic objects
And individuals

Money is an object of life
In the minds of most individuals
An object of absolute power