When man gets busy and crazy,
With worldly ambitiousness,
Tiringly trying to catch the wind;
We sit back,
And wish luck
Knowing the shame fame can cause, just as poverty,
What we have known – reason and I.
When man daily sweats and swots
To make money with shoddy hustles and bustles,
Straining and stretching yon his ability,
We only wonder,
And daily ponder
The logic behind the Reason and I
Knowing that those who love money never get enough.
When man is busy assassinating another,
Over petty political posts and new world order,
Some sacrificing own blood to get to the top.
To what ending?
A quest left pending;
Though we well know, with Reason and I
That all shall herein remain when we die.
When man is busy hating man
Tribalism, racism and nepotism taking their turn;
Greed, avarice and parsimony weeding out love,
We always marvel,
At what level
Man can attain-with Reason and me-
To love the unseen and hate him who he sees.
When man steals in the name of God,
Testimonies falsified and miracles forged,
The desolate and desperate by bribe corrupted,
But for what course?
Money of course.
I always remain in the domain of Reason and I,
Wondering what will save man from money.