Maya

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I tackled this subject, Maya, in it’s most basic and literal form, which is Money.

Maya,

The Moh of wealth,
The dazzling shine of its yellow,
The crispness of the green notes,
The honour of the dead embossed on its surface,
is the reason,
Most forget, their ties,
Blood is as thin as water,
Before these thin chips,
That claim to buy anything,
life, happiness, status,
This is the sphere,
around which everything revolves.
Father can kill son,
The faithful maid, her master.
It sees no relation,
It Understands nor love, nor hatred,
This Maya is an all consuming fire,
Of Greed.

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