our
soon wealth discovered that peace was wise
a journey of intention down two roads despised
a genius first in the hands of a country
that controls the spin and the spirals paltry
can a man be content with the image of a penny
when true wealth is in an illusion carved without any
only time keeps the miles that hitch rides on worthless stock
as the narrative recites god is a wisdom less ticks and tocks
the health of a man is all that should perspire him
not the shine on his car or the cost of his violin
real money is love that surrounds those held close
not a working condition that leaves hearts reproached
never truth nor consent will swallow the brave
never equality or hunger arrogance shall stave
let happiness be the dance we all step
and not fear or a mere postcard from places never went
