The Enemy We Love Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

This kind that cause you and I sleepless night, what kind of a kind is it?
Our mind on our palm, when we have it,
Our brain scatter, when we have not it,
Never satisfy with it, always longing and seeking for more,
Destroyer of mankind, it come between brothers, and turned them against, it is money.
Same it does to sisters, etc, etc.

You and I pull our bones, run over one another
Sleep less and starve, and hurt without feeling pains,
It gives, but then, it takes. It is money, it is the devil,
Yet we running after it,

What was what? Where, why and how?