Curse of the 'First'

When Money Becomes the Measure of People...

In that 'backwardness' that you perceive in your society
Are the thick bonds of community
That you will long for when you leave 
in order to cleave 
to that first world identity
For there, you are likely to discover
You are valued merely as a number
Qualified by points
Defined by digits
Housed in a concrete structure with no soul in it
Where neighbours
Live as strangers
Divided by fears of hidden dangers
And then you will concede
That you miss the 'forwardness' of that 'backwardness'
Since, in that tiny nook of extended family
Money was the answer to things
Not the merit of people
Yet, it is the nature of man to quibble
Sometimes restlessly 
in order to
gain...
pain?
For when it is placed in the wrong 'soul' position
Money re-designs man's responsibility to man
Violently averse to God's original plan
Money reigns in first world civilisation 
As the demigod of separation.

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