Dirty money

Money doesn’t make you happy

Nor should it give you such power

To destroy a soul, the way hers died

Home on leave, her biggest fear

Hush money, like dirty money

Nobody else knew but her and

The four walls, where silence

Lay — hearing a pin drop

Inner screams unable to be heard

While life moved on forward

Money no object, thrown at her

£20 here and there she didn’t tell

She wouldn’t dare so silence

Was sewn upon her lips

Home on leave, her biggest fear

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