Poeziya Stories

O Money, How Mighty You Are? O money, how mighty you are? The noblemen bow their heads before you. O money, how mighty you are? You turn brothers into bitter foes, too. O money, how mighty you are? Sometimes a crown on the king's proud brow, Sometimes trampled beneath feet, brought low. O money, how mighty you are? You're both the friend and fellow in tow. O money, how mighty you are? You hold no worth, not even a grain, Yet many give value to those who feign. O money, how mighty you are? Sometimes you're master, sometimes slave, You make the noble beggar crave. O money, how mighty you are? You earn no honor, no true respect, Yet test the loyal, old friends you wreck. O money, how mighty you are? You stretch the tongue, at times you mute, Speak when needed, then go mute. O money, how mighty you are? No end to the words you bring, You overpower wisdom, silence the king. O money, how mighty you are? Everyone has a share in your fate, You're someone's joy, another's weight. O money, how mighty you are? How hard it is to possess you whole, How many heroes lie with buried soul. O money, how mighty you are? Is there any rank above your throne? Any who'll take you when they're gone? Though you may reign across this world so wide, None can take you past the grave - you stay behind.