O money where thou art be
Where is thy hidden?
Both young and old seek thee;
why is thy hard to find?
Yet, both rich and poor beseech you.

Its funny how some people seek you
You bring both good and trouble too,
Easier to say you'll av, harder to get;
It makes you satisfy and thirst fr more
For how long would this hunger continues?

Many beseech you in the dark places of blindness
Others purely, even in the cold blooded winter;
The fight and desperation to gain has injured and slaughtered many.

How long shall the needy wait on?
How long shall the weak strive for?
How long shall the fighter fight for?

For many has died and screwed waiting on
And one should never be discouraged;
For the struggle marches on.
© Dellanie Buck