For Love And Money
The wicked love of money
Impels us to embark
On an dark and endless journey.
Overwhelmed by vicious temptation
We pursue that receding goal,
Until we’re well beyond salvation.
Money can buy others’ respect.
It can make us feel
complete and perfect.
Money can buy love and joy
Although our innocence,
It does destroy.
Eyes bound, and cruelly blinded,
With violent drive and desire,
We race on, alone and unguided.
Slowly starving the soul inside
Of love, succumbing to fatal
Hopes, yet swelling with pride.
Only in the end do we begin to learn,
To love the harsh times lived,
And not the money that we earn.
poem by Shanto Armonde
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