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For the love of money .... greed has no shame
Posted Thursday, November 5, at 9:31 AM
For the love of money.
I do it and so do you. We shut our mouths when it's clearly time to speak out. For the love of money. We lie and pretend lying is OK. Lie to me and I can look away. Your lie is your guilt. But, when I lie to myself I got no place to look but at me. For the love of money. We live in greed, telling ourselves it's OK. Pretending no one else is doing it. Who here lives in greed? You don't have to raise a hand or even bat an eye. Just listen closely. Money, Money, Money. It speaks to us in whispers. It says, "In God we trust." Its sickness leaks out into our words. It says, "I'm greedy" like some kind of fashion statement trying to look cool. Money, money, money. It's the mark of pop culture. It's everywhere you look. Greed is a disease that feeds on soul. It makes you think that you're looking out for number one. A grand delusion at best. For the love of money. Go ahead, take more than you need. Then pretend to share. That's right I'm talking to you. Go ahead and look away. Sweep it under the rug. Take it to the closet. Money the dirty little secret. An addiction we keep in the dark. Everyone's doing it. So, it must be OK. For the love of money. We're just fooling ourselves. Getting that sick hunger for more. Money. Money. Money. Doing whatever it takes to get that next fix. At first it's the little things. Like overlooking the truth in order to get paid. Everyone's doing it. You really have no choice. Heck, you're lucky to have a job. Next thing you know you're robbing Peter to pay Paul. And it's always easy to take from those who have less. It's not your fault they're weak and you're strong. Keep on moving and shaking. Grow that wallet. It's OK. You're still throwing out some scraps. It's not your fault their living lean. Who cares, you're still living fat. And if they needed something they'd ask. Oops ... there goes greed talking out loud again. And once again it seems to make sense. Give to those who play by the rules. For the love of money. Look at us now. Those who are rewarded partake in the game. Greed has no shame.
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If you can, help others; if you cannot do that, at least do not harm them
'Cold hands, warm heart' has become a family tradition
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