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A celebration on India winning the cricket world cup 2011

The day was really a boon for them
Which suppressed their hunger and pain
Amidst the pleasure of victory
They had little money for food
But they spent it buying fire crackers
To celebrate the victory.
The next day they will experience the same agony
But for whom they sacrificed their money
And remained hungry
They will earn billions and billions
And look at them with scorn.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Billions and Billions

BILLIONS AND BILLIONS

Billions and billions
Of stars in the sky-
Billions and billions
Of people who die.

Billions and billions
We wonder why-
So much and so many
And all passing by.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Have Desire To Have

Have money,
Plenty of money,
or little money,
Have appetite,
Have no time,
we are hungry,
and then become angry.

Have appetite,
Burning appetite,
Churning appetite,
dizzy appetite.

Have appetite,
Have plenty of time, but
Have no money.
People are hungry,
and they are hungry as always.

Angry are hungry,
anger for better things,
Better fast food,
better service,
better facilities

Hungry people are angry,
anger for basic food,
Just to fill the pit,
that churns day and night,
not knowing,
What is available to a man.

Hunger is the turning point,
when insufficiency is pointed.
Hunger is an insult,
when inefficiency is noted.

Let us have the desire,
to have a better world,
where no human,
go and sleep with hungry.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Wise Billionaire

Untill yesterday
I had billions of money
I got tired of sitting and counting
so I gave them away.

Now I have nothing
but my freedom
I am free!

I no longer have
to sit and sit
and count the billions
....anymore.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Love For Sale

If you walk in the red light at night
In the black velvet hour
If you look you will see their delight
Theyre the purest of flowers
Theyve got love for sale
The money they earn when everybody wants them
Money for pleasure, pleasure and pain
Theyve got love for sale
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk
What they get is addicted to drugs
To ease all their sorrows
What they get is addicted to drugs
To ease all their sorrows
Theyve got love for sale
The money they earn when everybody wants them
Money for pleasure, pleasure and pain
Theyve got love for sale
Illusions for your mind
They are just illusions for your mind...
Theyve got love for sale
The money they earn when everybody wants them
Money for pleasure, pleasure and pain
Theyve got love for sale
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk
Money and sex, addicted to drugs
Pleasure and pain c together they walk

song performed by by Ace Of Base
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wisdom Sealed

Millions and Billions starve for food
Billions and Trillions spent on arms
Wisdom sealed.

Presidents and Premiers talk of welfare
Coffers emptied for sake of warfare
Wisdom sealed.

Hunger leads to many a death
Wealth stored in many a locker
Wisdom sealed.

Resourceful few rejoice with luxuries
Remaining lot rot in poverty
Wisdom sealed.

poem by Somanathan Iyer
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Love the money

Money
Is not money...
It is life....
Money is not
Money
It is happy...

Money is
Not money
It is faith...
Money is not
Money
It is friend...

Money is not
Money
It is life maker...
Money is not
Money...
It is your hard work...

Money is not
Money...
poors god...
money is not
Money
Rich people Cap...

Money is not
Money
World wide all...
Any or many thing money
With money...
So...

Love the money...
Each every day...
Earn too enjoy
with your's life...
witrh good...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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When I am Hungry

When I am hungry
And have no money to eat
At least I have hope
Which keeps me fed for the time being
Till I get money
To go to the cafe
And get myself a meal

Hunger is not ignored
Except in fast
And even in fast
It is ignored with strength

When I get money to eat
I am no longer hungry
My hope has paid off
Has served its temporary term
I am back from the cafe
Where I have had food
To quell my hunger

poem by Samuel Nze
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It's Personal...

I believe that some things
are better kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

I believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
limitless value.

poem by Joe Fazio
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In This...I Believe

.I believe that some things
are better kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

I believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
limitless value.

.

poem by Joe Fazio
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In Each Day Of Life...

I believe that some things
are better kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

I believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
unequalled value.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Just ONE MANS OPINION

I believe that some things
are better kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

I believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
of unequalled value.

poem by Joe Fazio
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About Personal Feelings...

I believe that some things
are better kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

I believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
limitless value.

poem by Joe Fazio
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The Way I Feel...

I believe that some things
are better kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

I believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
limitless value.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Some Things Worth Believing In...

I believe that some things
are better kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

I believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
of unequalled value.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Somethings To Believe In...

I believe that some things are better
kept to ones self.

I believe that there are rooms in life's
experience, that should not be entered.

I believe that the billions, upon billions
of dollars spent on the machine of war,
could better be used for poor and
disenfranchised.

I believe in a new days discovery.
I believe, in the beauty of nature.
I believe, in the kiss of the rain.
I believe that true friends are rare.

II believe, in the goodness of humanity.

I believe, that true trust, is like interest
earned on money in a bank... it comes
with the passing of time.

I believe in wisdom.
I believe in promises kept.
I believe that America, truly is
the land of opportunity.

I believe in honesty and integrity.
I believe, in a mothers love.
I believe in a fathers pain.

I believe, that a good work ethic, can
serve all of us well.

I believe in forgiveness.
I believe, if one can forgive a friend,
then surely, one can forgive family.

I believe in the power of the written word.
I still believe in hand written letters.

I believe...it's important to believe in
something you care about.

I believe, in sanctity of life.

I believe that each day of life, is
precious and a treasure of
unequalled value.

poem by Joe Fazio
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I Already Know

There's no need to tell me I already know
That money on trees never blossoms or grow
Forty thousand in poverty for every millionaire
It is a rat race in the big World out there.

A long road to financial success and renown
For those who are born in the poor side of town
Condemned to be poor by their postal address
Without the right postal code the highbrows you won't impress.

It is common knowledge most will tell you so
'Tis not how clever you are it is who you do know
A wealthy person to you can be a good friend
A poor one has little money for to give or to lend.

In life I've been lucky quite lucky enough
I've never been hungry or had to sleep rough
I've never been Homeless or a Stateless refugee
Though I am aware of others poverty.

I already know you don't have to tell me
That money does not grow on a bush or a tree
Yet whilst some are worth millions and billions in money it seems sad to say
That many are dying of hunger every day.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Isn't Money Funny?

Money, money, money
Isn’t it funny?
Some crave for a penny
Some own crores many

When I was younger
I would believe indeed
That money is not all
That we need

But we grow up
And so we learn
That we earn to live
And live to earn

Food, clothing and shelter
Is not everything we require
These things even
A beggar does acquire

I thought all we need
Is love and friends
And our search
For happiness there ends

But in this world
Nothing comes for free
To win these too
Money holds the key

Money the only god,
Earning the only prayer
Spending the only religion,
It’s the only thing we care.

poem by AMyth Kulkarni
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Money

Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
Ask the disbarred lawyer,
What this sad creature
Can do: It can commit suicide,
Money, money can divide,
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease,
On the contrary, you’ll have fewer friends,
And more creatures showing their hands,
Claws, guns and deadly weapons.
Money will not send you to the heavens,
Money, money is dirty and evil;
Money is a sick devil.
Money and women don’t mix,
Just like alcohol and driving.
Having hush money is not a quick fix,
But a dangerous way to go down the ravine.
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease.
Money exists to be spent:
To buy food, clothes, and to pay the rent.
Be careful with money,
Money is not a faithful honey.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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Money And Life

Isn't Money Funny?

Money, money, moneyIsn’t it funny?
Some crave for a penny
Some own cores many
When I was younger
I would believe indeed
That money is not all
That we need
But we grow up
And so we learn
That we earn to live
And live to earn
Food, clothing and shelter
Is not everything we require
These things even
A beggar does acquire
I thought all we need
Is love and friends
And our search
For happiness there ends
But in this world
Nothing comes for free
To win these too
Money holds the key
Money not, only god,
Earning the only prayer
Spending the only religion,
It’s the only thing we care.

poem by Ty. Bohls
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I Am Only One Small Name In A Universe

I AM ONLY ONE SMALL NAME IN A UNIVERSE

I am only one small name in a universe,
Of billions of names-
I am only one small bodily being
Where there are billions of billions-
I am a beginning and an end,
As all living things-

A speck in vast spaces whose specks are uncountable-
No one or nothing need save me
No one or nothing need remember me
No one or nothing billions of years hence
Need smile because I was here.

I am so small I need never to have existed-
I am not even here now,
Whoever is writing this
Lost me a long time ago.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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