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They say, “Give us the power, give us the gold,”

“You can keep your moral glee.”
For if we control the institutions,
We can conjure wealth from thin air—money that feels free.

But this freedom is a mirage.
Institutions mint currency from illusion,
While the rest must labor, sweat, and strain,
Only to surrender their earnings to taxes and inflation, they must refrain.

Fairness?
It’s a costume worn by a crooked system—
A performance staged to pacify the masses,
While the cycle spins, the rich grow richer, and the poor cannot win.

Debt accrues.

Prices rise.
Purchasing power shrinks.
And the middle class sinks deeper into the quicksand of debt and credit.

The wealthy hedge their bets,
Shielded by assets and influence,
While the gap yawns wider, with little fret.
Swallowing hope and upward mobility.

Even the “freest” among us—
Those who chant liberty with pride—
Become economic serfs,
Trapped in a rigged game, they cannot win.

Yet the mantra continues.
Because the system is designed to deceive—
With unequal access, biased laws,
And institutions built on discrimination.