MONEY

money, the sole driver of the globe
Naturally valueless, we gave it
The silly idiot that renders you a filthy cub
That you're as a foolish fool when you lack it

Oh money! The human enslaver from birth
He starts to shout hey! I bargained I gain
And you deprive them at death
Yet they yell, from my gain today I abstain

The riches at death's fang states his strength
But when the poor visits his demise
How much has he? They ask at length
Fennec fox ear awaiting apprise

Either kills you
Like the soil we step
Or birth you
Like the sky we epp

We made it a he
And placed it not on the throne
To command as we plea
But also on crowns begging our own

Listen! Dirty filthy stinky dough
You are but a slave
Worshiping with no no
Quietly kept in cave

Needed when heaven strife calls
You're a failure
If yours neglect the calls
For heaven strife is the sole cure

But it's a mourning
For they worship but you
Our lord! Our lord! Is the yelling
Kill, rape, shave and any other they do

Just to earn ye
They die to die
All to ye
Many along they die

The riches  the poor
Both dies
The rich the poor
Analogously lies

He's the richest
Yet the poorest
So erase it from your chest
And have a peaceful rest

A million dough
Is a trillion hassle
A thousand dough
Births a million hustle

©Akanbi Taofeek 2018.