The Single Coin
In time, there was always the people,
That worked so hard to do what they wanted.
With a single coin, they had to support their families,
While the rich above them show off, and they are taunted.
With labor, we poor have to serve the rich,
And they all laugh, smoking a huge cigar.
But what if they were treated as we were, and the tables turned,
Revealing that an uprising isn’t very far?
With a single coin, we try our best to do everything in the world.
We people that get up and walk to the future,
Keep the wheel of the world spinning and turning.
Everything in this world should be equal, every creature.
Even without that single coin, we are still capable of more,
It’s just our choice of what we do next in the thing everyone strives
For, and if we stop walking, we’re nothing more than scum.
Let’s get up and live better lives.
With the single coin we have, a future shines on it’s smooth surface,
And we can cross it’s ridges like a mountain that stands in our way.
Even without help, we can move forward and do something more,
Then hopefully we can keep this world alive and stay.
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