Who couldn't see ot, you'd be blind not to know.
Currencies are losing value; all take their cut:
The consumer pays the bill; a glorious rut!
Well, not of course if you saw the pictures: the post fet poorer; the rich get richer..
Like he said: don't put your riches in bags with holes.
Real wealth is in silver and gold...
But don't trust in them, wealth flies away..
it belongs to Abba, with him we must stay..
He owns the cattle on a thousand mountains: the fullness of the earth is his...
Sisters and brothers; He looks after his kids.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Well said. Your poem aims to critique the current economic system and remind readers of the importance of faith and spiritual wealth over material possessions. It serves as a call to recognize divine providence amidst economic challenges.
Wisdom is the principle thing...
Thank you x
A poem of faith and belief a well written poem
Aww, why fat cats? Any fat dogs, fat elephants, fat whatever?!
ValiantStar, this is a thoughtful blend of social awareness and spiritual anchoring. You don’t deny the brokenness of the system, but you refuse to let it define the heart’s center. That quiet confidence gives the poem its strength. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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