The Red Note Poem by Quame Boatmann

As little as its value
Without grace or honour
Oblivion to the poor
And a door mat to the rich

Yet the red note is even tougher
Than the garrisons of the coast of gold
That appears dauntless and invincible
But a mirage to the red note

For the sake of the red note
Sleaze is a contagious disease
The top security is breached and the nation falls
And the blood of the innocent pays the price

So let’s gather and find a cure
Let the criminal hunter hunts himself
And let the Arbiter, sentence himself
to his own dungeon
For the demise of greed is the birth of this cure.