If people were not afraid to walk away,
From the feeding of greed...
And their false pretensions made,
To impress their neighbors...
Or kept insecurities to believe themselves,
Better than others with less possessions...
Received by increasing debits and credits,
They leave to charade a diminished quality of life...
There would be no economic crisis.
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