Money, the one thing that make every single one of us, different.
The thing that pulls every last one of us, apart.
That’s the only thing I needed.
Just some money that’s all.
My friends would be happy.
My mum would smile
My dad might not get up and leave
But we didn’t have that money.
I didn’t have that money.
The money we had seemed to drift away,
Into forgotten dreams,
That I longed to meet again.
I didn’t want it for me,
But for my family,
Who needed it most,
To keep us all together
But that money pulled us apart.
It ripped my family, home and life to pieces.
There is nothing left,
Just the lies and the hate.
I can’t take it anymore,
We're suppose to be a family,
Not at war.
But once again money won,
And played us like a fool.

Frankie Stones

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/money-27/