Money! !

Oh money!
Money, money, money! !
That day, oh money;
For how long should i wait for you to visit me?

Money rules and money is for power,
And the lack of money had made many to fall;
But the dead know nothing about you again.

Many have fallen due to the lack of money,
But my love is for the fish of the sea!
And to examine and observe the birds of the air;
But i am still waiting for my freedom on this earth.

My mind is with an idea and i want to express myself,
But to a world full of wars and less peace;
So what can i do without you oh money? !

The world is cast off and it is defiled,
And with dead men walking around us always to share with us;
But for how long should i wait for you oh money? ! !

Oh money, wher are you?
Where is your dwelling place so that i can visit you?
For i have to observe and examine you well when i do find you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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