States Of The Union - Louisiana - Poem by Zane Gilley
When each transaction must be written down,
Recorded for perusal by the law,
When people become known by what they own,
Instead of showing others who they are,
What is the cost of lives so publicly
Displayed as shadows cast upon the wall?
Do they desire control of all we be
Or catch the second-handed criminal?
Yet, money brought us to this shore of debt
From wealthy to cashiered society.
The bottom dollar made our lives bereft
Of soul and forged our chains so quietly.
When free exchange of goods become the cost,
The globalists' economy is lost.
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