Man made money or money made man,
This is a question of if one can,
Discriminate the sleight of hand,
Recognise the worth of land
A dollar made is a dollar earn’t,
Under a whip or by the sun burnt,
Taken to hold or taken to pay
Shackled and sold or shackled with say
Trickle down the dollar did not
Inversely so it falls to the top
The feat of equality a blatant flop
The force of economy unable to stop
Shiny things all band and new
Why have one when you can have two
Pass your dollars, cash or card
Solid work or illusive facade
Draw the curtain back, behold,
The mechanisms of ‘sale’ and ‘sold’,
Distant lands reaped till bold
Empty caverns of nature’s gold
And many people young, or old
Are pervaded by this story untold
Global eyes and ears are waked
But global hands and arms are stalled
The summit is too high to reach
And all the beggars are prone to preach
A story met with instant disregard
For what is a beggar, compared to a bard.
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There is no point that begs to differ
The purpose is far more concrete
You take a stick upon which to measure
And measure fairly without being discreet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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