Money Poem by Truth Osumareton Egbe

From the root of our problems stem jealousy and strife
A tree of selfish ambitiousness
Watered by unquenchable human desire
Greed and covetousness are its fruits
Leaves that provide a false refuge to the nations
Money!
Inch by inch its growth begs us to water it
We water it to live
We live to water it
Until its thorns hurt our very hands
Oh for it was meant to be a means to an end
Alas! It has become the means to our end
The master serves the servant for the servant has mastered the master