In the annals of human history
Money is the worst discovery ever made
Never money was found alone
siblings called greed and lust it came with
Money killed many virtues
Eclipsed the wisdom
Hunted out the harmony
Annihilated affections and attachments
Content found never a place in its dictionary
Intent to earn grows even among inert
Weaving a web money lured us in its veil
Showing its piece money robbed our peace!
Your poem is very powerful. Let us also consider those great souls who delve in philanthropy. Your poem asks readers to view it differently, I mean positively. Thank you.
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I would like to translate this poem
Money is essential for survival in this world. It is a tool to help us but we can't take it with us when we leave so it is wise to keep it in its proper place in life.