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'The Mighty Dollar"

Mr. Washington where have you been?
For you have been sorely missed,
My child last night,
Fell sick and died,
And death took the child by hand and sighed,
“If only Uncle George was here to bribe
The doctor who could have poked and pried
And found the tumor that lay inside.
The child would not cling to my cold but loving side.”
And then said I,
“Oh Death” I asked
“Do you see what Mr. Washington and his brothers,
Have against me.”
And death said to me,
“You work hard and you try to abide by the laws,
But hard work and morals shall always be crushed
by greed’s waiting claws.
“That is not true.” Said I to Death “Good will prevail
whether now or at my last breath.
I see no reason to steal, lie, and kill.
I have pride -dignity.
I’d rather die in glory with my child,
Then live in a hell like, money hungry misery.”
“You are wise,” said Death to I and I alone,
So I shall send your child back home,
To live and learn the ways of your noble bones.”
And then said I,
“Oh thank you Death for you are kind,
to give me back what is not mine.
So I can teach this child
To cherish good and loving times,
And not bow down to Washingtons' dollar signs.”
ようこそ私の考えに :Nile Najee: