She stared at me
Big eyes, black eyeballs deep like the sea
Innocence in them not yet hijacked by age
Unasked questions jostle in her gaze
Diffidence, perhaps cynicism hold them back
from gushing out through her lips
That loaf of bread within that shop
She sees only when hungry
Rest of the time she looks on the world
And wonder why the hurry to make more money
If fairness is a virtue and also a concern,
How is that honest toil from a dumb creature
Isn't better than someone's money minting skill
Why is money becoming the arbiter
To decide who should have and who should not?
Where has nature's fairness gone?
Questions in her eyes
seep into me and I start asking myself
Is one's brain primed only to enhance earnings
Zillions of neurons and all those genes
Evolving and mutating over millions of years
Only to evolve to do just that?
Why around me I see all
Trying to make money and nothing but that?
Has nature's essence undergone a change
to make Money into a Cosmic compulsion?
Enough to influence a deity
Representing one of God's facets
To be impressed with Gold and not with soil?
I don't believe God can be fair
The way he is purchased by
oodles of lucre
Has the myth called God
abdicated responsibility
And gone chasing some tail?
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