The world is sick
With a age old disease
Some people call it money
Others know it as capital
Either way its meaning is tarnished
We throw away our morals to obtain it
The side effect being obsession
Posing a threat to our society by
Creating thieves and drug dealers
Prostitutes sell their body for a buck
Major corporations put people on
The streets in order to expand
This cancer is untamable, having
Affected people by the millions and
Is past the stage of being curable
The promise of riches steer
Our intentions and decisions
Arousing the selfish monster in us
As the virus takes over our body
Consuming what generosity we had left
And injecting hatred and greed
Dividing us as it transverses the world
The final stage: Death of humanism


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