For money people lose their name, their face,
For money they pretend to be someone else,
For money they can kill and fake,
For money they will hurt over and over again.
For money all these battles, all the wars,
For power that they probably can give.
But will that money worth all suffering, all scars
That human being does to other human being?
For money people sell their time,
Put off their life, leave family, ignore the dearest ones.
But will that money help you when you die,
When scales of good and evil in your life prevail and time is over then?
August20, 2020
Annie Moonlight