A master slave is what we've made to rule
This world economy, after a smith
Did weigh the count of marks to craft his tool
Aright in hand unseen supporting myth.
We see only these two options: master
Or slave, because the way is dark with words
That hide the lines to trick our minds faster,
Diluting gold to make it right for hoards.
The beast did climb atop our backs before
We knew to stand upright and now it lives
To feast on souls whose sole purpose are chores
That grant access to things once free now sieved.
Open your eyes to shrug off lies, perceive
How life was forged before the fall did thieve.
-MMF
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