To the thousand millions left to fend,
For themselves while those with most the wealth,
Can't even spare to lend.
When all that money doesn't mean a thing,
Until it is spent,
Except for the potential energy,
And destruction it represents,
And the departure from reality,
For when a dollar no longer has,
Value in the mind of she who holds it,
Those hands that hold it will be the last.
So, it's alright,
If all you have is the love you hold,
Unless you want to buy some food with it,
You have riches untold.
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