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.