You will own nothing and be happy

In the age of the 4IR, they say, "You will own nothing and be happy," Cryptos, NFTs, shares, and memecoins, the array. We chase dreams of wealth, oh so snappy. But hope is what keeps us alive, Believing in the promise of a golden tide. Bitcoin soaring, dreams to thrive, Past gains, future, we can't abide. Regulations tighten, wallets under siege, Our tokens held, a false reprieve. One day we'll wake, portfolio's gone, no intrigue, Laws protect, leaving us to grieve. Who are they, you ask? Those as greedy as we, Same vision, same task, Platforms profit, while we plea. Central banks, remember them well, Fractional reserves, their tale to tell. Crisis caused, they cast their spell, Forcing servitude, in their cartel. R350 for SASSA, a pittance indeed, Maize meal and fleeting need. In the 4IR, it's a dire deed, Using what we have, our only creed. Young girls to OnlyFans, a somber plight, Selling souls for a bite. Survival's grip, oh so tight, In this harsh, relentless fight. MLMs promise, dreams unfulfilled, Dog-eat-dog, hopes distilled. Hard work, simply billed, For survival, hearts chilled. One day, we'll own nothing, it's true, And maybe, just maybe, find happiness anew. But today, in this relentless view, Stay woke, lest they ensnare you. Stay woke they will catch you sleeping You will own nothing and be happy