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Best Poems About / On MONEY
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Approach
Yes, we are angry
There is complete chaos and disorder
Every one want to run their own system
A mad race to reach on top.
Love, emotion & feeling find it difficult
To some space in human kind,
People are in hurry to reach desired destination.
Money, money
all our celebration connected to money.
we will give money on birthday we are valued
we will give donation to a reputed education institute
we will give bribe our job will be done in few second
when we will realize this is a vise -versa problem.
We want to swim on money river,
but we do not want to sink in money river.
Stop, think and go
Build and develop a system.
Stop this mad race, money is something but not everything
give some time on good thought
Which give little bit of room to love, emotion &feeling
Thought that build and develop a system
Which provide peace of mind and meaning of growth.
Are you angry, raise your voice say "yes we are angry"
O' Really we are!
ajay srivastava
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Money! !
Oh money!
Money, money, money! !
That day, oh money;
For how long should i wait for you to visit me?
Money rules and money is for power,
And the lack of money had made many to fall;
But the dead know nothing about you again.
Many have fallen due to the lack of money,
But my love is for the fish of the sea!
And to examine and observe the birds of the air;
But i am still waiting for my freedom on this earth.
My mind is with an idea and i want to express myself,
But to a world full of wars and less peace;
So what can i do without you oh money? !
The world is cast off and it is defiled,
And with dead men walking around us always to share with us;
But for how long should i wait for you oh money? ! !
Oh money, wher are you?
Where is your dwelling place so that i can visit you?
For i have to observe and examine you well when i do find you.
Edward Kofi Louis
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I changed his face:
I did it like M.L.K,
I changed the nation's face!
Riding in a public place
Saw me, he had a harsh tense
I took out a $ 50 bills
And the white man smiled
He was enchanted
He was delighted
Gave me a little "yes, Sir! "
Here is your receipt"please"
And have a nice night "Mr."
He did not stress up
To make the cops came up
Keeping people lined up
Instead, his eyes popped up
His lips straightened up
His face changed
His voice nicer
His attitude friendlier
Even his manner, better
His color became brighter.
I did it like Oprah Winfried
I did it like Michael Jackson
I did it like Michael Jordan
I have been accepted as equal
I have been seen as normal.
Money made me white
Money gave me right
Money put in me power
Money lifted me higher
Money bought me respect
Money called me: " Money"
Money said to me: hi! Money
I said back: "hello! Money"
Money is Power and Respect.
No matter how I did it
For sure I made it
In his face I saw it
I felt like a heavy weight
I felt like an airfreight
I felt like all my bodyweight
Have been lift up from me
Now I am free with no fee
Now I can live with no fear.
This is my story
I wrote a paragraph in history
I had my taste of victory
I did one thing for humanity
I changed his face, I have my relief
I showed my money, I sent him free.
Dieury Dumas
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Blues In G major: Nobody's Nose
The boats float down the river
cross the seven stormy seas.
The trains glide through the cities and
Whats left of the trees.
The athletes and the bookies and the
smile at the door.
The lady with the fishbowl
and the manics in the store
all blow for money. Dr Jekyll / Mr Hyde.
Sniffin for money. There goes Bonnie.
Here comes Clyde.
Janie studies medicine;
Joanie studies law.
Peggy goes to marketing and
Johnny goes to war.
Jackies making movies;
Jessie makes it on TV.
Georgies selling nightmares
buy a dozen: get one free.
All blow for money. Dr Jekyll / Mr Hyde.
Sniffin for money. There goes Bonnie.
Here comes Clyde.
Rockys built a paradise
where the So-sos like to pose;
Offshore oil rigs mock the beach
but those casinos never close.
Jerry tokes a burger joint:
a trillion-zillion sold.
Randy runs a slaughterhouse;
turns cows and pigs to gold.
Montys planting Frankenseeds
cant hear the South wind blow;
and Farmer Joe will never know
just where the monsters grow.
All blow for money. Dr Jekyll / Mr Hyde.
Sniffin for money. There goes Bonnie.
Here comes Clyde.
All scratch for money
All snatch for money
Anything for money
All call for money
All crawl for money
All fall for money
the jingling of coins in a tambourine.
F W Finney
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