The root of all evil they say,
And yet with it, you are accorded respect,
Folks trip on their feet trying to please,
The one with the fattest pocket,
Isn't satirical that we glorify it
And at the same time condemn it

Pray, what do you do for a living?
You'ld think that they genuinely care,
In real sense they just need to audit you,
And that determines how they will treat you,
Woe unto you if they find out you are poor,
They will treat you poorly - demeaning your existence
Lucky you if they discover you have wealth,
Treatment given to you may befit a king,

Happy are the poor,
The mantra out of the minister's mouth,
Each and every time during a sermon,
Poor in material possessions but rich in heart,
The poor congregats take every word in,
With wonder and obey to the latter,
Each and every instruction given them by the wolf,
Selling their souls and energy,
They end up destitute and malnourished,
While the wolf continues to thrive,

The congregats are the first to demonize money,
Also first to lament about their state - poverty,
When one gets wealthy, whether out hardworking,
Or whether mere luck,
You are in cult that drinks virgin's blood and does rituals for money,
A controversial topic this one,
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