Money

Sitting at his extravagant high priced desk

Cheque book placed as the centerpiece

Fountain pen reflecting the light

prompt up with intent

I hear the devil laughing

Whilst his clients are waiting

He ushers them in one after another

Money like paper

Can you feel his power?

Day drawing to a close

One more client

Righteous and strong has become lost

I wished he turned back

Sadly at this moment he has become a nervous wreck

Clutching his hands

The dripping of his sweat

Yes sir, no problem sir

Like so many before him

He might as well have dropped to his knees to beg

Never would of thought that last client was his brother.

Dear Uncle how close is my perception?

Man made millionaire

Don't get me wrong that's an amazing achievement

My respect for that will always be there

Though you were balanced once

Can you see past your ever growing darkness of your selfish false satisfaction

through your recent greed to be there

For when the time comes for your family to see you without your cheque book

To show us you still know the true meaning of the word care?

Your ways have converted your brother and has got worst through the years

Lifestyle, money, family and blood but now all i see is your greed

All families intertwine

Remember your brother's first love?

She carried you through thick and thin

Always by your fathers side

Right up to the funeral where you didn't let her in

You have a complete grip of your family now

Right where you want them to be

Waiting after you on their hands and knees

All just to weak to see

Now you have influenced your brother's eldest son

Your Money will never influence me.