Coins

If we throw only coins

We’ve got a lot of money

To throw at the problem

We listen to the ringing

A tiny noise in the dusk

That almost sounds like music

We have washed our bills

And hung them on a clothesline

We watch them dance in the wind

We watch them dry and wither

When the money’s gone

Where does it go?

Does it go to heaven?

We sit in silence

Just our bodies

And the work of our hands

When the money’s gone

Where does it go?

Does it go to heaven?

Whom you serve will be your master

We have served it for to long