MONEY, FOR THE LOVE OF

For the love of money:
A man will taint the water,
A woman will vend her daughter,
And a dreamer would sell his soul.

For the love of money:
A people will squander their stocks,
A nation will formulate blocks,
And a world would smite its foes.

From the start, money
Corrodes the walls of the heart.
Fools gold fills its chambers,
Exploiting its values to dangers.

The frame of the heart becomes laden
As the xanthic fluid flows,
It wears, tears at the ailing veins,
While greed and destruction grew.

For the love of money:
A heart will cease to beat,
The mind will gorge deceit,
And the soul would forfeit its glow.