Inventions, to die for.
Theories, treasures.
Some have no measures
And no sense
Why will one make a god
Of paper which can cause us to
Kneel in degradation?
A giver for need
A taker only to give
One without needs accumulates
As the needer kneels in shame
As the common paper taunts
When bored people struggle to keep the purse strings
It’s a shame on a shame a million times
Its generator must be caught,
Castrated and crucified in his grave,
Yes, the maker of money.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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