Who is one..with nothing
Surrounded yet...by all
Gathered means...accumulated
Wealth.. in banks locked boxes
Hidden safes..
Secret holes
End of world's coming
I think.. I'll brave the end of days
Adorned in silver ounces
Secure..embraced.. in element's case
A vest of former mining
This..Won't do...
Law...be none
Wealth... be physical
T'is lost.. by those turned virtual
Cryptoshite..no longer stands
Towers shed.. like tiny tears
A rain of suits
So many years
Investing
Now nothing
Hark...the lowly farmer
Quite sufficient on his own
Focus.. of the hungry focused
Must teach again
The forgotten known
Ohh...the seeds that we have sown
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Clever wording and the return to metaphoric in the end gains the fave. Nicely constructed this poem
Thanks
Most welcome
James, this really hit me. Strip away the systems, accounts, markets, and accumulated wealth…and suddenly the person who knows how to coax life from the earth may possess the greatest wealth of all. Powerful write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you..
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