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?
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
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
Even our gods trade and barter with souls
Trading sins for coins in collection bowls
About the Creator
Shaun Walters
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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Comments (2)
People should write more sonnets 😁 this is great 😁
That last bit hit home!