Money Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Money!
The creature of the most high.
Money!
The god of the earth.
Money!
The love of mankind.
Are you in the to give joy or sorrow?
Do you come to give comfort or discomfort?
We have much hope in you yet you make us sad.
Why, why?
This question can't be answer by us in a morrow.
Why are you here?
Are you here to make us grief due to our daily sacrifice of labour
Being the servant of God to make us disregard His law?
Many homes are destitute for your sake that most obliged to ritual made.
That our babes are given the shelters of orphanage and our wives you've made widows.
Yet we dare not live without your presence for your greatness is magnificent.
Money!
Come oh come and give joy to my dying soul and let me have your unending hope.
Less my neck is hang in a wireless rope.
Money! Money! ! Money! ! ! .