Money, Mind, and Wars
The birds in the trees don’t sound the same.
I hide from the breeze, else I go insane.
This world is cold so I gotta go home.
Who the hell am I gonna blame,
When I find gold, and im all alone.
See money doesn’t spend the same.
When you’re alone in this world,
Currency doesn’t bring fame,
But makes your mind twirl.
Greediness brings loneliness and shame,
If you’re a puppet to colored paper.
When you’re stuck in this corrupted Dome,
Money is worthless, when life is all gone.
-H2-
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7 comments:
harley
your poem is kool. i really like it.
alicia
nice.... you have a way with your word! i like it.
hey harley i love you so much k .........
Harley,
I really liked your poem. It is deep and very true. My favorite line is: "If you’re a puppet to colored paper." I think it clearly shows that we as people are manipulated by the smallest and most insignificant things.
Lesli
HMMMM.....
Good job on your feelings for a corrupt world.
thats so true. money is nothing if you have no one in the world.
Oscar
H2
I like this poem of yours because I knew someone who depended only on money and now she is alone and hating everything around her.
Courtney
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