Money is the Goal

As one may know
Money is power
to make a poor man cower
And some might say that it makes the world go 'round

It is green like the earth
It is like a meadow or a tree
But can it provide shade in the blistering sunwith the softness of the sea
or from lying in it can you hear the rumbling life of the earth?

It is ok to strive for money
For it can bring you food and shelter and luxuries and spoil a child with sweets
But is it right to spend all your time reaching for powerful seats
And this little green paper withlittle green numbers
Above anything else with ni child to spoil or
No time with which to enjoy a luxury?

Is it all right to sit and file papers away
And stare at a screen every single day
With no hope of escape?

And leave the world unexplored?

Is it alright to do nothing while others starve away
To be alone with a bucket of green paper day after day.