Rich flocks trust in money greatly,
Pols crave for power mostly,
Power is a beauty
Time and Liberty wrinkles and devours;
very much like money –
Like brine, you drink and drink
you acquire and acquire
accumulate and accumulate without end
but you’re still thirsty, always in need –
a pang that inwardly stings
I am Rich, I am this
I am Powerful, I am that
Money, Power – like Brutes
will someday end their reign.
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