Coins and Bills

coins and bills are looked at with suspicion,
as if determinants of one's destiny and fate,
jealous hands have often driven,
themselves into the prison of greed and hate,
abiding by this belief,
money hides an evil in brief..

money aint any lust,
its neither even a drug,
that lulls noble persons,
and converts them into thugs,

money is the bridge over the deadly river,
a pathway to dreams,
sounds good to the believers,
and a dilemma to the mean,

its the value of his work,
and of the every other thing,
a man would ever desire,
to the point where thoughts retire,

the ability to attain, retain and consume,
of things thought and sought,
by simply giving the measure of times, the floor has to be broomed,

its not responsible, its still material,
rests at a place without moving,
untill the hands latch for it,
in the utter belief of insanity,
because there is still one penny less in the vanity,
of the needy who turned greedy...