Poem

The Disaster Of Money

By Tania P.

The world is inversed

When every bad attitude consider a better thing

Like car cassed running

Givig bad smell

Using anges’s face

And giving fake smile

In a fact,

They took people’s money

For the well being

And for a while happiness

And it’s sound good news right

We are on the money opera

Money reach at the top

Like a king in image kingdom

Set all of life people

And through every mind and heart

Live without happiness

And doesn’t need comfortable

Will be same we dead

Every aye will be reddish

And they full of abomination

The kingdom really be destroyed

And it’s call “Money Disaster”

With current blood every where