Money is the object
Wealth is the goal
Man finds no place
This pole to that pole
Morality is dying
Civility is crushed
Nice old traditions
Are virtually hushed
Relations, connections
Friendships and links
Are mixed with poison
With the smile of Sphinx
True love and trust
Alas! we lost everything to dust
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