A forest grows whether or not it is paid.
The powers that be complain of ledgers in red,
Not a one of them closer to getting laid.
The best chance we have in this capital world
Is letting in ephemeral credits of love
And sitting true beneath banners unfurled
Seeing wisdom feeding grains to doves.
We can't find justice known only by the coin.
There is much more in depth to all we know.
Let us find association rights to join
A nation which lets its money flow.
In jest I say all mighty dollar is their God,
Which leads us all to ethics which are flawed.
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