Money does speak every language why otherwise even pretend
And though the wealthy one is not without an enemy the poor one does not have a friend
Wealthy people do control a Human World where inequality is rife
And millions are Stateless and Homeless and living a miserable life
Compared to many i am lucky i sleep in a comfortable bed
I never have gone to bed hungry i am one of the privileged well fed
In the World there are billions of people hardship is all they have ever known
So many are poor and homeless through not any fault of their own
The gap between the wealthy and the poor does keep on widening by the day
And that every day more are rendered homeless does seem a sad thing for to say
Though money cannot buy you happiness one would also have to agree
That it is better to be unhappy though wealthy than living in dire poverty
The wealthy one is not without enemies and the poor one does not have a friend
And money does speak every language why otherwise even pretend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem