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OF GOLDS AND COINS
Tall buildings and
machines
Weave a mask we use
To conceal the face
Of a genuine progress
As it acts in a drama
With alluring
accompaniment
Of clanging coins
An spotlight from
Glittering golds.
Hypnotized by the scene
The audience applaud
The masked performer
Who was born to plant
The seeds and help them
Grow and bear fruits.
The mask is blinding
With two narrow holes
For his clear tearful eyes
Squinting and tripping
Displacing a mountain
Of real treasures
In search of a nugget
Which only knows
How to mimic
The clanging of coins.
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