(Money poems) A dire need
No doubt I am
thirsty for power but
Without the ruthless dire
Need for money I am
bound to be tied to
Pretending that I love
you even though it is
Plain to the world to see
That I have nothing but
Contempt for you
I need money all the time
I deal with the mighty dollar
and the unstable ruble and
The the true frank franc
I sing the limerick
to the tune of the lira
And I say yes to the yen
and I mark your love with
With the Swiss franc I love
the hard currencies of the world
Just don't come to me with those
rands and meticals and nairas
I don't like the sight of
the currencies of your
Third world financial institutions
You will increase the level of
the poor who converge on me I am done
tired retired of using their daughters
and abusing their desperate women
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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