Friday, September 18, 2009

The Value of Money (*)

(The poem returns stronger than ever, with a poetic feel to it as well)

The Value of Money

Crawling madly on the sandy floor

Powerless in saving the kids, I so much adore

Throat craving endlessly for water

Without even a home, I am left to totter

Stomach pains without a grain of rice or honey

Is this all, because I never understood ‘The Value of Money’?


Gusty winds make it worse than droughts,

Inoperable glaucoma adds to the distraught

No fuel to drive me to another town

Nor a fan overhead, to cool me down

Pathetic animal carcasses haunt, under the skies so sunny

Is this all, because I never understood ‘The Value of Money’?


Horrific skin cancer had me already unravel

Roaming like vagabonds, I crash against gravels

I starve here without fresh air

Smoky conditions worsen the despair

No remorse can land me amidst shrubs and mahogany

Is this all, because I never understood ‘The Value of Money’?


Yet everywhere I find pervasive company

Of ones treasuring life only for money

Earth lamenting beside us with no water to drink

Acidic rain fruitless, causing the debris to shrink

Mighty ozone layer has been forced to succumb

Coal, petrol and fuels are a past, in this world so numb.


Mercilessly fell trees can’t resist fatal emissions,

Emanating from insensitive use of worldly possessions

The world endures absence of electrical generation,

Crops and grains without the impossible irrigation

Alongside extinct species, Homo sapiens can only accompany

Is this all, because I never understood ‘The Value of Money’?


Isn’t it because selfish never valued the water, so pure

And the ‘cool’ ones never valued fuels, used to allure

And the rich never valued electricity, unready for adaptation

And all ignored the ‘geeky’ sciences of conservation:

Of the mighty ozone layer, the noble trees and the botany

Or is this all, because I never understood ‘The Value of Money’?


Tons of notes only behold its owner destruct

Unworthy of buying a life, or any product

Dying a casualty in nature’s vengeance against the self-seekers

The preordained fate none can change, specially the brokers

I pray it won’t recur, an end so unfunny

Because, it happened as men only valued money!


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