The Whole World

Together the world seems to pursue a dream
I heard over the telephone, for toying this.
Your proof of mathematics is supreme when
A little gun is waved for the world.
My interest laid in money, foolish money,
Priced too high in quality, as a meeting of minds
Inside another brain.
The world now immediately condemns
The whole of the money!
Prices too strong, prices too high,
Why on Earth do customers come?

poem by Naveed Akram
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