get rich, get money, ...
any way you can, ...
invest, insure, diversify,
have a 'make mo' money' income plan
buy toys, take trips, eat cavier
take a shuttle to the nearest star
drive everywhere in your new car
steal poor folk's pennys from their jar
hang priceless paintings on your walls
have servants filter all your calls
buy all the fashions in the malls
stand up while all around you falls
stockpile gold,
as you grow old...
bet your hand and do not fold, ..
and never let the truth be told, ..
about your soul, ..
the one you sold..
We'd rather abolish money, dear poet, I'd say, by all of us standing in and growing up for a world which will handle all the 'give & take' on earth by everyone's input and panvoluntaristic shares. It is a very good poem, for that matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brother your poems let me know that i'm not alone in the things i see. You may want to read some of my work Alaska Roads. Keep up the great work brother!