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TOUFIQ UL ALAM


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28 february 2012

Money Power

Money is power,
Money is might.
Don't give it away,
but hold real tight.

When it's dark,
it brings us light.
So, don't give away.
and hold it tight.

money buys food,
money buys peace,
please don't hate it,
but give it a kiss.

look at the poor,
you will be sure.
so don't hate it,
'cause it buys cure.

Go to the doc,
Say I am ill.
He won't treat,
'cause can't pay the bill.

Look around you,
Don't you see?
We can argue,
But none is free.

I see people,
With empty bowl,
Too much skinny,
too weak even to crawl.

Sweetest word,
Does no more matter,
Don't have money?
Then, Please! Scatter.

I love money,
And on it, I sleep.
Wonder how it's possible?
There's poor to reap!

Call your Jesus,
Or The GOD you call.
But money buys everything,
Thus feeds us all.

Money worshiper,
Call me so?
Who doesn't love it?
Who doesn't bow?

Love? I can't buy?
You make me laugh.
You must not be hungry,
To be able to love.






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