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
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