Valued Riches Part 1
Greed is gold compounded together to make slaves out of souls. What a surprising use of an
element. Charted to appeal, to tear down human inhibition. We throw money in wells wishing
for more; an industrious scheme, selling misty water-colored dreams giving our fantasies life.
But they die shortly after when realizing you’re not born with a white privilege. Like me, you
never tasted a silver spoon and spit out gold or green; money’s choice of color. Silver coins and
copper pennies neither are proper fit for society’s idea on wealth. Not even worth a few for
America’s health. I say anything made from the Earth should be plentiful and the gluttony
would no longer be needed; no class hierarchy, only people of valued riches.
Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2014
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