#MetaplanetBTCPurchase Taka Earth, Earth Taka

Taka Earth, Earth Taka,

Life is revolving in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow’s beggar,

The game of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Without hard work, value is empty.

The smell of wet earth in sweat,

In that money lies the bond of happiness.

Dreams break in the fire of greed,

Money only entices with deception.

Earth's people, unite in the earth,

No one can move leaving money behind.

That’s why I say, understand,

Money is not happiness, look at the heart.

Humans will remain, earth will remain,

Money will only turn to dust!