IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST CARS AND HOUSES AND FANCY TIES.
IT HAS NO MEANING WHEN SOMEONE DIES.
JUST TO HEIRS WHO COVET ITS SIZE.
IT WON'T PLANT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE LIES.
JUST DISTORT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE TRIES.
IT'S NO SOLUTION FOR LONELY SIGHS.
JUST A CRUEL IMPOSTOR IN DISGUISE.
IT CAN'T EMBRACE A CHILD WHO CRIES.
JUST GIVE SAD HOPE, NOT LOVE THAT'S WISE.
IT WILL NEVER BUY A SINGLE SUNRISE.
JUST STEAL DAYS PROMISING A FALSE PRIZE.
IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST 'WHATS' OF LIFE, NOT PRECIOUS 'WHYS'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem