Riches

Why the shiny glittering stones?
And coins of gold you gather,
And fill them up into your homes..
Or would you give away rather?

For how long a time will you collect?
How much do you need..
Until it deters your intellect,
Collect you will with greed..

Riches there are millions,
Alas! You cannot have them all..
Come, bow down in God's dominion,
And He will never let you fall..

Regard those who are impoverished,
And those who are diseased..
While you spend, play and flourish,
Your counting does not cease..

What good is it to the Beggared?
And those who are sick and ill..
They suffer and die, old and haggard,
While you pay your bills..

Knowledge if you gather instead,
The world could be a better place..
On great paths you may tread,
With great beings you may pace..

One day it will make you humble,
And could cure the ill and strife..
One day it will stop your riches' grumble,
One day you could save a life..