Pariah!
Savior of your own skin.
Most wish to fill books,
Not leather with green.
You hide behind pages
You need others to read.
Twist the words
Into a knife for a back.
But you are no outcast,
You assimilate by touch;
The Midas of greed...
Bring a country to its knees
And laugh.
Another coin in the coffer
Will set you free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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