The Money Game

The Money Game

A Poem by WAkashdeep

Places change, people change,

But memories stay the same,

And if a person forgets them,

Then it is a shame,

But it is not his fault,

It's all about the money game.


People start to fight,

People start to ignore what is right,

A brother kills his own blood,

Just because of some addictive drug,

It's all about the money game.


The helplessness of a poor man,

When he does not receive his wage,

Only adds fuel to the fire of his rage,

The anger of a teen who finds his innocent father stuck inside a police cage,

Persuades him to write a suicide page,

It's all about the money game.


The money of corrupt people,

Who from inside are nervous,

Is in the end stolen in the night by burglars,

For a poor man, the game of money,

Is not particularly funny,

He takes loan to eat even a single bread,

And pays his debts until he is dead,

It's all about the money game. 

© 2014 WAkashdeep


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Added on November 24, 2014
Last Updated on November 24, 2014