The wealthiest man in a country
lives in an expensive house,
with servants to serve,
chefs to cook,
chauffeurs to drive,possesses
high end cars and planes
has bank balance in billions
a lovely wife to coax and
cajole and caress.
all these pluses
get negated in one stroke.
he has no children.
That does not deter.
Money could buy
the progeny too.
Seeks medical intervention
experiments a few times
ends up with a boy and
a girl. In a year another boy.
The circle turns perfect.
He is at his best, churns
money , spends lavish,
controls governance,
though short in physic
rises tall in stature.
Glory to you!
Assume not God.
It is Money.
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