Traitorous Fortune
Unlocking the vault
invested with pain
Its riches long stolen
all value is stained
Each bill tells a story
of wantonness greed
With truth sold for dollars
whose printing now bleeds
Locked up in a winter
of coldness and fear
A traitorous fortune
of all you hold dear
Its smell tells a story
the mold growing thick
Corruption inherent
the air makes you sick
Bereft you can’t spend
what you coveted so
Before the interment
when sinking so low
The cash becomes toxic
it falls from your hands
Its value infected
—insolvent and damned
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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