Blood Money Poem by Adams King

I'm drenched in a great sadness
I weep for man's lunatic display
What greed invented this madness
Who discovered this evil way

Blood rises against blood for gains
Brother killed brothers for wealth
I sunk my heart in a chest of pains
And my soul shook for what I felt

They took him through the dark path
His own brother made him lifeless
For the priest requested for his heart
To grant him the mantle of success

Blood must be spilled they say
For the world to hear your name
I weep for the evil men embrace
All for the sake of power and fame

If my sweet brother's death
Will bring me wealth more and more
I will rather die a wretch
And forever choose to be poor

If killing my brother isthe only way
Write my name in the book of poverty
For I will never live to see such day
Than to hurt a soul just to be rich

Nothing will make me hurt his toes
Nor have a hand in his own death
Many men have done so for gold
Causing heaven to weep upon earth

Our maker regretted creating man than beast
Now I know the sole reason why
For man became a cruel and better beast
And man never cease to make man cry

Curse be the man who slay his fellow man
Curse be the ritualist around the world
Curse be any man born of a woman
Who made gains from another man's blood