Everything people worked
And lived for has been converted
To Shares, accounts, money notes,
Agreement, contracts,
To make one exchange
Dreams and realities
In papernotes, smartcards,
Junk, real bonds, the rise
Of which made men
Happy, sad, unite and fight,
For more of these,
Friendship, humanity,
Love, harred, made, used
Driven by these of nothing
That really matter
To people to be worried about,
Even making the Gods ans Satans
Work through these.
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