Rich flocks trust in money greatly,
trust not.
Pols crave for power mostly,
crave not.
Power is a beauty
Time and Liberty wrinkles and devours;
very much like money –
an illusion.
Like brine, you drink and drink
you acquire and acquire
accumulate and accumulate without end
but you’re still thirsty, always in need –

a pang that inwardly stings
without letup.
I am Rich, I am this
I am Powerful, I am that
Money, Power – like Brutes
will someday end their reign.
What triviality,
what triviality.

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