Twin desires stimulate our fancies: that of money and of fame
We want to accumulate material wealth which become's our bane
Our lives are spent in building brick by brick our own tomb
And when the proud edifice is erected, it spells our own doom
Our efforts result in success and we live a life of luxury
Society is grotesquely distorted by princely lives of penury
An individual lives in ambience fit for a State's monarch
While there are those that die for want of proper repast
And then what price fame? It drives some more than wealth
Worth is measured then by how many do know of us instead
In its feverish grip we commit acts that are unnatural
And choose the slippery road, that is uncertain in general
Neither money nor its allied cousin, fame, are needed by us
We are the children of Spirit, that shall protect and bless
Our needs are simple and need no effort for their fulfillment
Whether lofty eagle or tiny sparrow, equal is their nourishment
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