Who Can Tell

Life is so fluid. After all the pluses and minuses it is a zero sum in the end. But- Try to tell that to somebody Who lost his shirt in the game of life. His stares blank as a white paper fall on my face- The pain revealed through like watermarks on a dollar bill. His pain comes with a question If what you say is true Why doesn't it sink in the heart? I do not have an answer to it. I wonder if Creation thought of profit When it created its vast empire. So how did it come into mankind's equation? Superseding all the emotions All the joy and pleasure All the pain and suffering It weighs heavy on the scale of ideology- called Capitalism Profit is its foundation Greed its backbone Is it a seed of destruction with in us? Or is it a means of survival against all odds? Who can tell?