The Marketplace of Love
We can set the game
with new wagers
Economy is but a ribbon of fear
The time is near
To dismantle capital banter and borders
And bring in the new prodigy
Love is tribal wealth
No one hoards
And everyone saves
Because there's nothing to save
Ownership is a flaw
I've seen throughout life
The pompous pilgrimage
That is really a sacrilege
Dismantle all power
That does not serve
A democracy of love
That we can truly earn
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