MONEY:

Who or what am I by any other name?

Accused all my life of being totally insane,

Put into life´s considered normalcy frame,

Thought by people worldwide, to be a drain

On society-& so difficult to educate & tame,

Heedless who governs, no matter who reigns,

Telling me incessantly & they constantly claim,

That I affect the world-& to all, I´m life´s bane,

And that I´m the reason that the world is in pain,

If I´m blue, red, or mossy green, I´m still to blame,

Causing the pinch when scarce, inducing the strain,

But if kept in the wrong hands, within the tight frame,

They jump onto the rushing & privileged gravy train,

Financing wars, despots, all that hurt, harm & maim,

Considered by the spiritual folk, as wrong & inane,

Yet, solicited & begged for, by the sick, poor & lame,

And by the hungry & homeless who sleep in the rain,

The story of money, my story, is always the same,

Coins, cheques & notes, when scarce & on wane,

Causes nothing but sore pain & embarrassed shame,

But that everyone strives for me, that much is plain.