Money (Cedi) Poem by Ghana Green Poetry Foundation

Poor me, I was born new and neat.
But look at me now,
How wretched and dirty I am.
It shows how I am handled.
Market women squeeze me
And tie me on their cloths.
Drivers and mates squeeze me
And put me in their pockets
Some students squeeze me
And put me in their shoes
Petrol attendants paint me
And soil me with petrol
If I found my way to the bank,
I would be treated like a queen
Don't you know dollars and pounds are born just like me?



By Deborah Prah
Agyiba International School