Vengeance of the Poor

Money is an obsession,
Mankind's downfall,
Another useless possession,
Meant to crumble like a wall.

Like other items,
It came from need.
Like all items, it stems
From roots that are paid too much heed.

A world founded on lies,
With currency so wanted,
Leaves people on the street to starve and die.
They the rich complain about being haunted.

The world revolves around money,
The one object almost noone has.
The rich pricks think it's so funny.
Just wait `til the poor bite you in the ass.