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Enslaved To the Rat Race

The saying goes, “Money makes the world go round” and yet as I step onto this adult plane as the initiated guest that I am, I have come to learn how false these six words ring, for it is not money that purports to be the cause behind the revolution we see, but instead the devil we know too closely the one we wantonly call Greed and its want for more need for more be it the paper we value more than life, or the power we strive to hold each time lusting after what we don’t have desiring that which is out of reach twisting something made from purity and it comes as no surprise the strides some of us will allow it to go to grasp a coveted seat away from the many layers below even if it means sacrificing people along the way bringing with it a great deal of hurt and pain as long as we get what we want in the end, even if it means tarnishing our last and only way to repent letting go of a conscience we no longer recognize, until we are unable to see through someone else’s eyes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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