Toward the amassing of wealth,
There are those that are gazing
At their unimagined stealth.
The town of Lords is torrid
As is the heart of the crowd,
A little taken aback by bid
Each doing himself proud.
Money! Money! Money!
Screams the whole world
In cacaphonous ensembles
Some now, some right from birth.
Each looks to his own
Forgetting wholly the sound
Emanating from within
Where the real jewel is found.
And forward they go,
All marching by themselves,
Lighting matches here
And sometimes igniting heaven.
For the human endeavour
No matter what the goal
Is godly, becoming, soulful,
Inspiring the whole of whole.
But in this onward looking
We do often totally forget
That the real nectar of health
And wealth and stealth is beget
In the core of our spines,
In our rhmy rhymes and chimes
Where resides that precious gem
Called humanity, which
All the moneys cannot buy.
-- Doel Sengupta
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