MONEY
MONEY Money, A ruler with two eagle strides, A controller,a desire, Making the world go round But underneath, It unsheathes interns, Speaking some sense of jeopardy. Money Is a wonderful thing, And whoever possesses it is a master of everything, As money answers like a slave to anything, speaking like a talking drum, Beaten by a pot bellied drum, Leading it's way to the throne of glass. Money, The only surviving son of oba eniyan, Sitting in his majesty, The only one who bought fair brides, But yet, money is the root of all evils A dagger that struck the heart of the greedy alanba. Money is a thriller, If it's false, Ask the proud owner of piggy banks But money has wings, Like a bird it flies, Leaving it's owner in shame, disgrace and poverty. By: Glory.