Money Is The Reason - A Poem

Money is the reason
The world is raped dry
A consuming monster
That will make the world die

Money is the reason
There is so much greed
Indulged by the privileged
When there are people in need

Money is the reason
You are only worth its sum
If you don't have any
Then you're called scum

Money is the reason
There are unnecessary deaths
Stolen from your very hand
As you take your last breath

Money is the reason
People are torn apart
Following incentives
Instead of following the heart

Money is the reason
There are people like me
Who'd rather see it burn
And set the world free


It's funny I wrote this a couple of years ago and realised how anti-capitalist it makes me sound. I'm not anti-capitalist at all, but I felt inspired to write this because of the way some people view money and do things for money that they wouldn't otherwise. After all money is just bits of paper.

The Foolish Heart A Poem

Longing for a sweet embrace
Seeking warmth from burning fires
Buying into fake ideals
Walking blindly into men's desires

Falling into a fatal trap
Accepting offers from a decaying mind
Being lured into a world of pain
Following thoughts of a heart so blind

Smelling sickly remains of a sordid moment
Tasting the dust of a bitter thought
Drowning out pain in a pool of poison
Repeating the cycle in which you are caught