Award for Grammy
A walking stick for poor granny
Banana for the monkey
A gun for the army
Point the task to any
The need of many
Is the love of money
Which is sweeter than honey
Brings back hope of destiny
But life remains a journey
And death the enemy
Make us fat and tiny
About the fate we cannot deny
What a tyranny
In life and agony
Yet nature makes it funny
Bringing a every morning sunny
Into a future stormy
Caring like a mummy
Holding out hands to tomorrow gloomy
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