Money Poem by Gilbert C Daminagbo

Money



Great exchange for life Mystery for need's ease buy,
Trade by barter thriving,
Wealth making an aged pie.

Achilles hill many confounded,
Good bitter gangrene generate,
Ill's social decadence founded,
Love's deep unloved love ate.

Maker of pecuniary wife, Choice unjust or just diving,
Hurting all creatures blinded,
I wish real use of money fight.
Oh! How'd ye - good or ill?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Money has disadvantages and advantages but the choice is yours to either use it for societal good or evil but I plead that one use it to put smiles on people's faces rather than for evil.
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