When Money Dies - Bitcoin Poem 067

The anguish flows when money dies Amid the child’s and mother’s cries It comes when scarcity is lost And money made without a cost Taking savings, stealing time Open theft through hidden crime Stones or feathers, shells or beads These all once filled money needs And represented hours of work Yet money died when people shirk And made more units, cheap and fast Then money died - it did not last We work for money - you and me But central banks just print for free Fiat money - scarce no longer Loss of savings growing stronger We need scarcity - absolute No debasement - no dispute Bitcoin provides the solution clear Thank God Bitcoin’s finally here 180 nations - use fiat today All are dying - come what may Bitcoin conquers the fiat lies Bitcoin is Hope, when money dies