A sonnet to the hate of money

Location

La Mirada
United States

In the bible, evil is money's root,

In the streets, people live and die for it;

World power built on exploiting for loot,

Whose void has torn apart homes bit by bit.

Imagine a world without money's need,

A harmonious one, reminiscent

Of a past were value was based on deed,

Where futures aren't based on cost of rent.

Where young men wil not be driven to crime

And young women demoralization,

For the feeble need of making a dime,

That has ruled and terrorized our nation.

I confess, i would not have written this,

Had I money, or in its absence bliss.

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