Annuities abound, but only for other's who have plenty of
money already, lasting secrets to the opening of another
dimension, leading to other worlds of finance and riches.
Allowable only to those who learn secrets held closely at
bay within the few who are chosen in life, giving only
the magical formulas to those who show potential.
Overwhelming choices and intellectual genius of a mind,
totally encapsulated in an array of goodness and beauty-
ful thoughts.
Taught to only a few, somber liberties left on pathways
of silent undertakings, helping only the rich, letting
the poor continue to barely exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem