Amidst the rush for wealth and gain,
The fiat currency rules the game,
A world where value's but a name,
And what's productive is not the same.
The printing press churns out the bills,
A force that governs and distills,
The drive to work, create and build,
A system where the root's now killed.
The promise of riches, the lure of cash,
The fruits of labor, all turned to ash,
A society where the end is the stash,
And what's of use is merely a flash.
As we chase the dollars, the coin and the note,
The things that matter are lost and remote,
We forget that true worth is not to gloat,
But to work together, to strive and to dote.
So let us break free from the chains of the fake,
From the mindset that only money can make,
And let us rebuild a society that's awake,
To the power of work and its ability to create.
