There will come a time

When you will

Keep quiet about

Being a billionaire

Why would a human being

Want to sit in a room

Surrounded by shiny stones

Piles of gold

And paper currency

There will come a time 

When to become

A billionaire

Will be a shameful thing

For me

That time has come

In brackets, P.S.

On your bed waiting for

Death

Will your last breath be

What am I worth?

Nothing

Because your time on earth

You could have built

Universities 

Hospitals 

Filled empty bowls

With rice 

Medicines and vaccines 

Could have been supplied

While a crying mother 

Held malnutritioned 

Dying child

You could have said

It's going to be alright

Help has arrived 

I am no one to cast

The first stone

It's not my place

To name names

But one day to be a 

Billionaire 

Will be a thing of shame

For me

That day has come.