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I say the root of all money is evil
Fertilized with blood meal and unchecked greed
Debt infested, feasting like a weevil
Did they know what would grow, planting that seed?
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Maybe my quarrel is just plain naive
Man was born with a ledger in his brain
Tally the goods and good deeds we receive
Writing down slights in red ink from a vein
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Animals don’t write, but they keep score, too
Illusions of fairness mask base desire
The most primal need, to have more than you
Sacrifice morals on golden pyres
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Even our gods trade and barter with souls
Trading sins for coins in collection bowls
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
Comments (2)
People should write more sonnets 😁 this is great 😁
That last bit hit home!