Money what conjurer you are,
Just a piece of printed paper...
With few digits on it...
But you enslaved the human beings..
Become their ruler and king.
You blinded their senses...
You are behind every sin.
Your covertness is so enormous.
Man has forgotten its moorings.
You produced despotic Kings,
To amass you, man even don't refrain
From amalgam and lootings.
You ignited many wars and killings.
There is no moral code to bind you,
You cause all man's sufferings.
You tarnished away humanity,
Made man a material being.
We forgo our lives for few pence,
To make the both ends meet.
I wish for a World...
Where Money is not master...
Riches aren't demi Gods..
To control everything.
Where humanity prevails,
And all humans are equal being.
Money can you do me a favour please..
Why not fly to Mars, Jupiter or Uranus..
And let us just live in Peace...
Mhn
Poetic
Endeavors.
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