Money

Money! Money!! Money!!!

You must be the mother of false deities.

You summon men and make them fall to their knees

You must be a gorgeous goddess... You charm mankind too well

They love so fierce, their lust forever will last, in obsession they dwell... 

Ever violent in their pursuit for wealth

Fully Devoted in worship of it 

The Lengths, the odds and limits they would transcend

The desire of luxury drives him insane 

And makes him do crazy unthinkable things

The things he would trade;

He'd sell his soul, shed blood and sacrifice lives 

For just paper, that is flammable, that can be crumbled or torn or destroyed 

For currency notes...

... The highest badge of respect

Everybody pacifies you when you can make it rain

Tell me what chance do you have? What honour? Who cares? ...

... when your wallet is drier than harmattan

And when your pockets are shallow and leaking much worse than a sieve

That's the reality; poor people can't even afford attention

only the wealthy can buy 'dreams'

They can offset the hefty dowries, the huge luxurious weddings...

I mean... they can get the most glamorous lady

... Money can buy love huh? Or is it a love potion they mean?

Money, 

The routes to vanity

the roots of evil

The abominations stemming from it.

 Always prompting necessary evil 

They say Money can buy happiness

But I wonder why rich people can't immunise depression

Or purchase a panacea to their woes 

Or maybe they can only buy things that briefly make them happy

Why can't we bargain with death...

Or buy some extra time... Some life

What would it cost you? How much?Blood, sweat, tears, faith, prayer?

Either way, Money can't save our souls 

Yet some still try and die trying

Money, you charm men too well