All mighty coin

  
Soil isn’t the dirt on this earth.
Coin is the filth of which we cursed.
Standing on the delicate note,
Like a pillar holding up the Colosseum.

It runs our day ,  
Rules our dreams. 

Usually beyond vision 
Invisible like Demons.

Behind a cloak of mad souls.
It hides ,peering threw the dark with his evil eyes.
Taunting us with his
grinding smile,
And elusive promise
of lust full style.

Just like gazelles we dwell
Among the water well.

No one can resist
the nectar of Egypt,

Once covered king tuts tomb.
Now transformed
to a promise of debt. 
To get Cross
an ocean of regret.
 
But we still awake  
every day and slave
To make ends meet.
And somewere
in the middle is you and me. 

“Thought we were free”
 It it’s just the same thing.

”The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men” Plato