The Money Crop - Malvina Reynolds

Well, money has its own way

And money has to grow

It grows on human blood and bone

As any child would know

It’s iron stuff and paper stuff

With no life of its own

And so it takes its growing sap

From human blood and bone

And many a child goes hungering

Because the wage is low

And men die on the battlefield

To make the money grow

And those that take the money crop

Are avid without end

They plant it in the tenements

To make it grow again

The little that they leave for us

It cannot be a seed

We spend it for the shoddy clothes

And every daily need

We spend it in a minute

In an hour it is gone

To find its way to grow again

On human blood and bone

Blood and bone