The Currency Laughed
The Currency Laughed
Wade of currency fluttered in his hand
As his heart did a maddening dance of joy
Dreaming a world of happiness he could
Now achieve for his loving wife and kids.
Exactly as told, he did pack arms diligently
For the heavy and easy cash, he was paid
Sacks filled with stones, acid bulbs, and bricks
He packed everything without a single miss.
A brainwashed he, at the battlefield of arson
Did as he was told, throwing bombs and burning
Heartlessly, he ran over the dead and bleeding
For him, it was just a job for which he was paid.
Reaching back home he screamed, too shocked to see
The blood-soaked bodies of his wife and children
As a mute witness of all the arson and riot he did,
All his earned currency flew over the dead bodies