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Talk of Money


All this talk of money, as if it makes the world go ‘round?
The irony is that money is the root of our malevolence abound.
The contradiction- Money’s the cause of our sightless shame,
the source of our woes, the foundation of the fire’s flame.

We need remember the exactness of why we’re here at all,
consider the human function and commit ourselves to the call.
Instead of chitchatting so much of foul money’s need,
let’s sincerely converse of humankind’s original seed.

Please consider what you need before considering what you want,
the difference could not be clearer, the distinction more important,
want comes with gleaming teeth honed by money’s greed,
need comes with the breath fulfilled by nature’s seed.

Think.

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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