Worth 500 Billion Dollars
Elon Musk did not rise from rags,
He was born into a house of gold,
Wealth carved from shadows,
A family cradled by the crimes of Western capitalism.
This system—polished devil of our time—
Feeds on the sweat of workers,
Drinks from rivers it poisons,
And calls inequality “progress.”
Healthcare chained, education sold,
Housing turned into prisons of debt.
While the poor drown in hunger,
The rich soar on blood-stained rockets.
They crown him “genius,” “visionary,”
Yet he is no more than a tool—
A mask for governments in shadows,
A puppet dancing on stolen taxes.
Yes, Babylon once laughed in pride,
Its rulers blind to the cracks beneath their feet.
So too shall this empire of steel and screens crumble,
For the sorrow of the poor is never buried—
It rises, like fire, to devour the thrones of liars.
Elon Musk is not the miracle,
He is the mirror—
Reflecting the wicked face of a system
Worth nothing but shame.
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