“So you think that money is the root of all evil?” said Francisco d’Aconia. “Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Money is a tool of exchange, which can’t exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?"
-Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
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The city I was born, once known as the greatest city on earth,
Now lies in ruins, its glory turned to death.
Towering skyscrapers surround it, iconic spires grace its skyline,
A concrete jungle where ambitions decay, hope fades away.
Within these confines, the air is thick with despair,
Echoes of cries and anguish fill the stale air.
Yet the streets are filled with empty vessels, hollow and bare,
Under the controllers' unrelenting stare.
Some say it's a place of freedom, a price to be paid,
But to me, it's a tomb where humanity has frayed.
The system that confines us is more than just fiat,
They're the chains that bind our souls, they seal.
Yet, even in this darkest of nights, a flicker remains,
A spark of defiance that refuses to wane.
For in the depths of our hearts, a fire still burns,
A yearning for freedom that never unlearns.
One day, the city will crumble, and the shackles will break,
And from the ashes, a new city will awake.
A place where dreams take flight, and hope reigns supreme,
Where the greatest city on earth is more than just a dream.
