Money Poem by mauli marcsonn

Hey I am money!
Look outside the day is so sunny.

People cry for me,
They die for me.
They lie for me,
Even fight for me.

The call me the most delusive thing in this world.
For which they discovered The money
A ‘M' alphabet word.

I am the one from which you can buy anything except a smile.
I am the one who can loose its value by cutted down by knife.
Some people use me as a harmour.
From which you can forget how to be calmer.
People really don't know who I am.
They call me the God.
Which knows how a problem can be sort.
For me the do battles and wars and forget the word peace.
But they don't know that I am nothing except a paper piece.