Not money, but the love of money
is that pervasive ugly sin.
Deceiving, it can make look sunny
surroundings and makes you grin.
By giving comfort, holidays,
yes, money makes sometimes believe
in happiness, because it pays
for things, which satisfaction weave.
Well, money is a pleasant servant,
but as a Master, it dictates,
inviting to your soul a serpent
with the unbalanced justice weights.
When profit sets your heart ablaze,
indifferent to others’ hurts,
it covers eyes with cold glaze,
to immoralities converts.
Forgetting promises of Heavens,
you trap yourself in Satan’s cage,
and something in your soul deadens
when you receive from him your wage.
He makes you serve and worship Mammon,
forgetting True and Living God,
Like Esau, for the stew or gammon
flogged his birth rights, a poor sod.
When you submit to needs of Now,
forsaking all that lays ahead,
you to the present ruler bow,
and Satan’s kingdom help to spread.
19.03.2019