if money could talk

i was made to help the poor
to make life easier
to give the less a little more
and provide u with the basics

it costs little to make me
only because the society needed me
but a lot of me so to exchange for other things
with me, u know the price of things
but soon u forgot, to see the real value of things

i was a friend to help the trade
and boost the economy so countries could do great
but soon u became obsessed
said i blackened the hearts
and clouded the minds

i wanted to be your solution
so in search of me
people found advances in medicine, science, technology and more
but there was never enough of me
and answers are not written on me

i was never a cure
only a condition on the path of happiness
but u mistook it for destination

all around i go
people know my name
money i am called
who am i in fact
so all alone i sat
only a tool to be made used of
a material incapable of being me