When time witnessed the barter’s spread
Deciphered was not sweat’s value
When coins arose, a need was fed –
To decide everybody’s due
This revolution built a dream
A dream to prosper by budding
By budding, one lived for one’s own dream
When rules changed, they fed others their pudding
This pudding built a desire to mime
To mime for a rapid progress
Thus arose our prolific time
A time that now doles out distress
To all minds was not known its result
The result wasn’t pellucid
Thus awoke envy and insult
As coins’ worth wasn’t lucid
They unlearned that it was a symbol
A symbol of hard work’s value
Thus came guns and knives to impel;
Gratification forced the agile few
Those few traded such insanity
Lies impeded truth and all good
Death did selfishness of all born see
As for quenching coins’ fire; none could.
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