Not Money, Not Everything

Aloo Denish Obiero

They lived in a different era, in a different area,

Not today, and never in our cities,

And so they drew a conclusion,

That money is not everything. Right.

 

I live in this era, in this area,

Today, and in these cities,

And behold, a thing so strange:

The newest disability is lack of money. Right.

 

Today, in this cities, if you can’t have money: ‎

You can’t eat, for money is food; ‎

You can’t drink, for money is water; ‎

You can’t dress, for money is clothing; ‎

You can’t find refuge, for money is shelter.

 

‎Today, in these cities, if you have no money: ‎

You have no space, for money occupies space; ‎

You have no voice, for money speaks; ‎

You have no right, for money has might;

‎You have no peace, for money commands comfort.

 

Today, in these cities, if you don't have money:

You don't study, for education costs money;

You don't know, for information costs money;

You don't communicate, for airtime costs money;

You don't matter, for money matters.

 

Today, in these cities, if you won't have money: ‎

You won't move, for transport requires money; ‎

You won't bathe, for bathroom requires money; ‎

You won't poop, for toilet requires money;

‎You won't pee, for restroom requires money.

 

No money, no food,

No food, no health,

No health, no life.

Thus, in these cities: no money, no life.

 

No money, no hospital,

No hospital, no medication,

No medication, no life.

Thus, in these cities: no money, no life.

 

No money, no shelter,

No shelter, no security,

No security, no life.

Thus, in these cities: no money, no life.

 

No money, no voice,

No voice, no right,

No right, no life.

Thus, in these cities: no money, no life.

 

So it was, then and there:

Not money, not everything.

And it is, now and here:

No money, no everything.

  • Author: Aloo Denish Obiero (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2025 03:39
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  • sorenbarrett

    The point is well taken that today is not a hunter gatherer society nor a farming community that today it is capitalistic and as cold as the jaws of a preditor of old are the teeth of the monetary system of today. Money or die

  • Paul Bell

    Today's life is built on banknotes and without them, you perish.
    The footsie top hundred rule the world now, and they have no scruples on people's life whatsoever.

  • Katie B.

    Lovely, well written.



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