Dumb Money

I have quarters and halves,
These are the parts of triumph.
My name carries news of seeking money,
Yet victory demands the result.
Money is a stable community,
Rich people concern us when dumb.
I have full flavours of food,
Like the kings and queens of blood.
We have seen the knowledge of men
Who believe in qualities too great.
We must defend our rights of life
As life is a commander of triumph.
The rich people demand an apology
For the way we describe and feel.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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