Coined by a Bird

Coins
They flip
They spin
They skip
Thrown into a state of being
Where one side always wins
To fly into the sky
Into a space
With a leading face
Paced
But unpredictable
A motion traced against the motionless
Avarice
Neglect
Flipped to a side of respect
Revered symbols reflect the caste
When cast to those below
The games of coins
Spun
Threads of money to flow
Down
Always down
Rounded
Endless
To bring in tow
A bet
A gamble
A stake
No abate
Continual until gravitas
Pronounces your loss
A stake in the heart
When change governs a change in your base
At the end of the start
When foundations depart
A gamble
An art
In two colors
That crack and break you apart
A disc
A bass of discord
That wails disceptions
And chords
Traced to the coins
The pain
Your lumbar strains
To hold up
From top to bottom
Then flip it up up up up