This is another poem out of my earlier works from years ago. I again hope you enjoy.
What is it all for?
Life?
Happiness?
Fulfillment?
We crave more,
Search for it,
Work for it,
Greed for it,
Kill for it.
Why must something so needed,
Be something so feared and hoarded.
We all have it,
We all always want more.
Horror, thy name is money.
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