Who would have thought
that pieces of paper equate power,
to trade pride for temporary laughter,
to bend the truth at an hour,
loyalty and trust vanished in thin air
.
Money build mansions
But it can also destroy homes
Friends turned to foes
Family to strangers
.
Money can take off people's mask
It can convert your dignity to trash
There's those who'll drag you down
because they have less
There's those who have more but no contentment at all
.
Money seems to be everything in this circular world,
Lies will be dressed as truth
and truth as lies,
Faith to God, they compromised
Hiding on fancy disguise
.
But money isn't forever
All of us will be buried deeper
And meet the highest impartial master
Who will judge not based on the thickness of your wallet,
but on good deeds.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
DEAR SELF,
Şiir"The love that you are searching from someone else, will and must always start with yourself." (A collection of poem and prose about self-love, moving forward, and embracing one's imperfections) -ResNullius-
