poet Nathan Strange

Nathan Strange

Money Money Money

But which came first?
Money or man?
Yes man!
And now money rules man, doesn’t that tell you something?
Money isn’t natural.
Money is worthless in the eyes of nature yet money rules the world.
Money is the God that man worships.
Money is metal, paper and numbers.
Money is what we spend all our lives working for.
Money is what we spend all our lives spending.
Money is what keeps us going.
Money is what keeps us down.
Money is power and greed.
Capitalism is the new religion and
God has been sold out for the pound.

Money is what makes man thinks he is better than man!

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 4, 2006
Poem Edited: Friday, December 3, 2010

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  • Sulaiman Mohd YusofSulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/20/2008 5:49:00 PM)

    money is our survival...............to survive.............money is everything......good and evil

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  • Rachael Rewonxda (5/16/2007 1:13:00 PM)

    Hi Nathan,
    I really enoyed your work! Keep up the great work.

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  • Walid Tarif (1/5/2007 8:18:00 PM)

    Hey Nathan,
    your poem is really good and also true. Et really pisses me off the way people think these days. Everything's just about money: (

    Keep up the good work ;)

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  • Aron Heroux (12/13/2006 2:38:00 AM)

    Anyone who isn't a socialist by the age of 25 has no heart. Anyone who isn't a capitalist by the age of 35 has no brain. -Churchill or something. YMMV.

    Money isn't the problem, look deeper.

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  • M S (12/5/2006 8:43:00 AM)

    Oh Nate... just wait till you have some to play with ...

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