Money - A Brutal Witch

Holding the crisp notes

I realize how power feels,

Swaying the public to get their votes

I see how money deals.

A world where people remember price tags

But are unaware of the true value,

A society where moral lags

People fake smiles and hiss Salut*.

Looking down at myself

I realize how low I’ve stooped,

Becoming alike any other elf

As materialistic saliva drooped.

Watching society diverge into two,

Like the horizon separating the sky and the sea blue.

* French greeting (pronounced sa-lew)