Who Can Tell?

Life is so fluid.

After all the pluses and minuses it is a zero sum in the end.

Try to tell that to somebody

Who lost his shirt in the money market-

His stares blank as a white paper fall on my face-

The pain revealed through like watermarks on a dollar bill.

His pain comes with a question

If what you say is true

Why doesn’t it sink in the heart?

I do not have an answer to it.

I wonder if Creation thought of profit

When it created its vast empire.

So how did it come into mankind’s equation?

Superseding all the emotions

All the joy and pleasure

All the pain and suffering

It weighs heavy on the scale of ideology- called Capitalism

Its backbone is profit.

Is it a seed of destruction with in us?

Or is it a means of survival against all odds?

Who can tell?