Money Song III

Governments & their helpers,
Which are banks, insurers,
Had, again, robbed the people

However, are people, sheeple?
What else could the people do
State greed, alas, is very true

A miracle purse opened
Has its bounty an open end?
Its stream must have an origin

The free zone is deeply tucked in
People's magma, for all we know
Only Satan makes a false flow

USA Song

Being contradictory, it's admired & hated
Its secret services are fiercely debated
USA is a positive & negative role model
In friendship, its people are loyal
Great craftsmanship, but some of its food is industrialised

Money Song II

Money is running energy
It only follows passions set free
Admittedly, money has no soul
It's owners have one, plus a goal
A soul is a soul, even when empty

Like blood, money feeds the economy
It's disrespected equally
The other half makes a circle whole
Money is running energy

Between glorifying money
And rejecting it entirely,
Lies a real world where it may roll
Human nature can be controversial
Money is running energy

Satan

Religion says, we all have our own Satan
The art of life is, to recognize him/her/it
Satans destroy, if they can
Then it's said, implore God, to stay fit

Satan is there to test
Perhaps, years later, we discover
Satan wasn't the worst, but the best
And was only goodness' cover

It's the one thing we don't know
We're confronted, powerless
To the one who tries to make bow
Those too tired to wipe out a mess

Sooner or later we'll see & hear
Satan is nothing other than
A persistent bird reaching the ear
Focus otherwise we hopefully can

Listen differently is all we can
Shift focus in given environment
May be more heroic than
Just changing the firmament

Because our main lesson is:
There's always a Satan
Succession is their whizz
Flexibility, energy, does straighten

Cocoon

People can't eat money & Promises don't feed love
True, we're not entitled to be happy
It's not what we want to be deprived of

We have a duty towards ourselves
Our own, but also others' happiness
And, we like to protect ourselves
From inflicting & incurring bleakness

People may not want to inflict a thing
That doesn't always count
Tangible damage it may bring
We hope to enjoy, not to surmount

An era always needs & is ending soon
Efforts hopefully weren't in vain
From being wrapped up in a cocoon
It's time for take off in a fresh plane