The trouble

Mon, 04/30/2018 - 13:29 -- tms

Printed or minted,
The material so influential,
In purchasing and negotiations,
No one can claim,
That the material is ineffective.
Some loose life,
When protecting it,
Some never happy,
Because they lack it.
It leads to violence,
When defending rights,
Bribing grows,
In judicial offices,
You accuse,
But you become accused.
It creates artificial love,
One says she loves,
So as to capture it,
Because without it,
No reputation,
Is life meaningful?
Business partners,
Kill each other,
When they don’t agree,
Who to take what of it.
We pay it in schools,
To receive education,
Some pay it in offices,
To secure jobs.
It is something,
Having sharpness,
Regarding earthly life.
This is money.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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