Money

Why did you make money? Why? What was the need? If you even did, why did you make the poor’s heart bleed?

Life is an abyss,money is an offering that never suffices; if not thrown into it, a particle cannot move.

Errors you have done to this world. Why did you make this world? Even if you did, why did you make Rich or Poor? Ironic have you been? Even you like to be hard on those, who are dwelling on the hard.

Should have given them no brain,no stomach, no heart;and the biggest heart to those who have money, and money to those who have a piteous heart that would weep at the other’s dearth.

Published by wworthwhilee

I am a nature and poetry lover. I live with my 2 kids and juggle my life writing poetry, drawing for fun and making my home eco-friendly and i love to read too. My love for writing landed me here and i would be posting my poems and my tricks on being friendly to the environment; some takes on my favorite food. My elder one now 4, is also learning how to conserve and live with nature in harmony. I am open to suggestions and additons from you. I appreciate your inputs, so do share your thoughts.

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