Tainted Cash
(I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this, pretty odd poem..i must've been broke or something...lol)
Money and greed, the world seems to bleed,
Humanity tainted by some such deed,
Paper with faces and numbers beside,
Tempting their fate, thats what they had tried.
Hurting and violence over something so small,
Without it, they wouldn't be there at all,
Goverments plot and think hateful things,
As the rich listen to the coins as they ring,
Money buys love, money buys hate,
Without it one can start again with a clean slate,
Life comes and life goes, but money stays forever,
A world without money, they think, never!
It taints and corrupts the mind and the soul,
Works its way in just like a mole,
Twisting and turning and digging in deeper,
Dropping its seeds just like a creeper.
In the end it all doesn't matter,
Death and rebirth all handed on a platter,
For money you yell and you scream and you lie,
But you will not need it on the day that you die.