Once upon a time, glorious man ruled this world,
Blessed he was with brains, beauty, knowledge & culture.
Till throw away all his bounty he did,
And enslave himself to his own creation sordid –
Money.
Now money determines what and where we read,
Or if we’ll end up as bums on the street.
Money decides how many days we breathe,
Or die waiting in line for free public facilities.
Money it takes for our daughters to wed.
Money determines which of a pauper’s offspring is fed.
Money too for the offerings to our bigoted Gods.
Money for donations, admissions, favours and rewards.
Money buys the marble on your tomb,
Or die in an unmarked pit – nameless, forgotten, cold, alone.
When happiness, tears, and love have a price too,
Why then must we need ancient gods to pay homage to?
Thus burn your incense at the altar of money;
Mankind now survives on a manufactured God.
How’s that for irony?
Image source: Kumari Healing
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Excellently presented and framed all the words to create a message through this poem Sis. And an absolutely true message you conveyed. God bless you abundantly!
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Why thank you so much, Dada! Means a LOT. 🙂
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Religion is money. Everything is dictated by this perfume and the new God. So well said. We live in a hypocrite world and we have become slaves to it.
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That’s right. And it’s very sad too that for all our needs we need money, something that we created only to facilitate trade.
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Brilliant!!
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Thank you so much for last night’s and this reblog. Truly honored 😁
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You’re welcome
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Reblogged this on Surviving the Struggle to Success. and commented:
Brilliant!
-Grabbety
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And the best part is that this manufactured God is universally revered😁
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Yes. At least this God has done one thing right. but then we can kill, steal over it too 😦
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Yep that’s true…
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Great poem! “Thus burn your incense at the altar of money;
Mankind now survives on a manufactured God” This is beautifully said!
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Thanks a lot! Coming from you it’s an honour!
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You are welcome!
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Yes money is indeed important for materialistic happiness but once the heart experiences the happiness, it dies down and realizes that after all it was just a paper and the real happiness lied in small things too.
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Right. Money money only
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True and sad
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Great post Pradita
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Thank you Daneel
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Welcome
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