The demon of greed
In the disguise of market
Has raised its head again
Sucking blood of poor
And eating hearts of rich
Thousands are its tongues
Made up of steel sharpened,
Kings are its servants
And armaments its puppets,
It has encroached
Forest, paddy fields, rivers
Drawing rooms and kitchens
And has almost entered
Into the bedrooms
Where life celebrates love
Everything is now displayed
In the shelfs of shops for sell
The hearts and arts of men
Love, feelings and emotions
Honours and awards
Whatever you like pay and take
The whole earth has turned
Into a market place
The chairs in the offices
And in the hall of legislation
Even the law and order
And war and freedom
And the whole nation
Is salable, can be auctioned
All is a commodity with a cost
And the human life
Is the cheapest of all.
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