The Root Of All Evil Poem by Lehlohonolo Selai

What was he thinking, the great wise man
Locked in his room all by himself
Unleashing ruin with the hope to bring peace
Undermining Barter system for it brought no delight
And finding himself producing coins and banknotes
Money, the root of all evil

The great interception to global conflicts
As so was thought to be
Rather became a thorn in the flesh than
Music to one's ears
What was he thinking the poor wise man
When he chose not to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs
Long before it killed him, money
The root of evil