DAVID KASEI WAPAR
An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
Money, money, money
Today I shall be lucky
I’m calling my buddies
Money, money, money
Last month I collected a heap
Before I went on leave
Money, money, money
People say it’s the root of evil
But isn’t it for our survival?
Money’s funny isn’t it sonny?
You worked hard for it
And then you get naughty
Money causes and settles fight
Money ensures I see city lights
But does it also throw me off sight?
Money, money, money
I smell notes and coins
Would you join me for a drink honey?