There is no money
There is only this
And what this is
Can only be bliss
There is no fund flow
There are only kids
And what folly follows
Love forbids
There is no cash
There are only bills
That's the way we smash
What problems instill
There is no credit
There is only more
Yet none of it
Will underscore
Humanity's wit
Where there just isn't any
Through it
Some have turned the pit to plenty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem