Sunday, February 7, 2010

"Neruda: Ode to Money" by Richard Hoffman

Green, valuable,
easy to waste,
hard to earn.
Need of the poor
who dare not hope for it
while the rich
don't know its real worth.
Money, a paper that tears
the brotherhood
each has a right to.
Money, the hope
to go on living,
this green ticket
not all want to share.
Money. Money. Money.
Just because I go on
wanting you
does not mean I am content
to go on needing you
until you kill me.

-p. 56 of Without Paradise: Poems by Richard Hoffman

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