There’s no value in wealth;
No joy in the coin;
No reason for hoarding,
Less still for greed;
No purpose in want;
No happiness in dollars spent,
And no pockets in a shroud.
I think I shall remain pocketless.
Yes, it’s pocketless for me.


Questionable Vision

 Beads of water upon a single blade of grass
 Diamonds upon an emerald rapier
 It is all a question of perspective
 A question of unlimited imagination
 Over the accumulation of gain
 Only you will know which it takes
 To make your heart feel content

Rash Acts

Don’t talk of disappointment
That the leaders did their best
No more could be afforded
We had to think of interest
There’s somethings more important
Than what it maybe costs
Like what if there’s no water
Or the animals we have lost
Material possessions
My friends, will come and go
But our lives upon this planet
Will reap from what we sow
I don’t care about the money
No point in blaming cash
Just look at what you’re doing
And please don’t act so rash