The Illusion of Wealth

The Illusion of Wealth In vaults of paper, riches lie, Where bankers print and fortunes fly. Our mothers sold dreams wrapped in gold, While the rich just watched, growing bold. Education, a shadowed veil, Controlled by those who spin the tale. Rockefeller’s hand shaped the clay, To keep us blind and lead us astray. From 1903 to now, the game’s the same, The ultra-rich set the rules of the game. In schools, they teach what suits their needs, While we swim in ignorance, blinded by greed. Assets and liabilities, a maze of lies, Where the rich disguise their cunning guise. They cast their nets in murky streams, Catching us in their twisted schemes. Fake assets sold with a polished sheen, Savings, stocks—illusionary dreams. While real wealth flows through unseen hands, The rich grow richer on shifting sands. Mom and pop, their hopes in a jar, Sold a future that won’t take them far. Their retirement, a costly bet, While the wealthy live without regret. So follow the cash, trace the lines, Uncover the truth where deception binds. I offer wisdom, untainted and free, In Sandton, where clarity can be. No trading signals, no false allure, Just real knowledge, honest and pure. In a world of shadows, let truth be your guide, For in the light, true wealth resides.