He Tasted Money

Like an animal in the jungle,

He moved over the hot bodies,

Counting the drops of sweat,

He kissed the people,

From biting nails,

To hate taxes,

He got upgraded,

Clearing the histories,

Preserving the violence,

Legacies were manufactured,

In his private discussions,

Surrendering to power,

Communities invited him,

Curvy roads of corruption,

Attracted his cravings,

Dinner menus got diluted,

Sleeping left the life,

Even while suffocating with the beautiful goods,

He remembers only one thing,

The taste of money,

It is more than materialistic,

In his documents.