Money

Men they say,
Loose themselves,
At the sound of
A mere paper like object called
Money

Men start to go crazy,
Others turning lazy,
When they have plenty.

They loot without no pity,
Even from the needy.

Hands stained with blood
But they don't care because they have all they much
They don't care about the judgment of their Lord
Because they feel with money,
They have all they want.

Needless to say,
They may have all they please,
But are never at ease
Always wanting more and more,
But can never have all they want.