'' We Have No Need For Wealth '' Poem by Bri Mar

In my final stages,
My ire rages,
Why's there a need for death,
As I look back through my life's pages,
I finally exhale my last breath.

Rich all my life,
No concept of strife,
I can't wait to reach Heavens gates,
God will know my wealth is rife,
A new life of splendour awaits.

I've seen life through,
Caused others ado,
In my quest for my holy grail,
Causing upset for me is nothing new,
I can buy my way out of jail.

At last, the light,
Is now in full sight,
I'll make my way to the front,
Saint Peter says no, that can't be right,
With him I'll need to be blunt.

I'm pushed to the back,
This I cannot hack,
So I offer my hard earned cash,
Very soon I am under attack,
With their principles there has been a clash.

No money required?
Has got me all fired,
I've bought others all of my days,
Of my antics St Peters is tired,
He's saying I'll go out in a blaze.

I feel put upon,
Where's my money Gone,
You can't take it with you they claim,
They're saying my account is well overdrawn,
What happened to fortune and fame?

For your lack of care,
We will make you aware,
You robbed those poorer by stealth,
Your morals are in a state of disrepair,
In Heaven,

‘' We Have No Need For Wealth ‘'