Money, mama, is the golden goddess of wants n needs And
it is utterly totally useless without what it can buy We’ve
got enough healthy stack of it for our food, clothing, shelter And
we’ve got extra too for leisure and tours Tell
me what else we shall live for
Oh dear one give me a hand Lets
together stretch the arms of this goodly goddess And
bless, oh bless the forgotten women n children of India The
fear stricken children of Chibok bless, oh bless The distressed n displaced souls of Syria,Iraq n Afghanistan, oh console
You, my lover, fan my flame So
we shall together fall to higher purpose As
we call to shame lack of love And draw our fame from peddling love around the cracks in our globe We shall grow old feeding on the number of faces we light up again -
their joy
Oh dear one give me a hand Lets
together stretch the arms of this goodly goddess And bless, oh bless the forgotten women n children of India The fear stricken children of chibok bless, oh bless The
distressed n displaced souls of Syria,Iraq n Afghanistan, oh console
Pour, hey soul mate, pour with me the holy petals of love Scoop, scoop n pour from the
humble pond Scoop,
pour n scatter smiles around the nooks Theirs is nothing
more to do than this For the nukes have done their worst
Love again, love around, love around Put
to shame all the blame Make a fame fanning the
flame Take to duty the love arm of money, Love
to heal the hollow soul n get some peace yourself
Ekemba Dawkin L 28/12/14 Umuikeoha
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