The Money Man

Pushed by paper slowly flowing
Through the cities
crowded streets,
He pulls the strings of money owing,
And sows the seeds of “newer things"

Scared of living
scared of dying
He’s got you going,
round and round.
And you know, deep down,
He’s lying

And you know your’
nowhere bound..
He doesn’t see you as a people
Just  wants the dollars in your hand.
For the jingle in your pockets ,
He will rape your holy lands.

You haven’t lived,
you haven’t  loved
What’s worse ; you haven’t died
The man is leading you
 by the nose.
He sells the tickets
for this ride
Of course!