The Money Of Kings...

Value accepted for payment
By gold Kings make their improvement
Value is indisputable
If it's gold you ain't gullible 

Kings sleep on gold, so I am told
Eat and drink by it from toil
One third of all their wealth is gold
One third the laborer through cold

All commerce is done in silver
Between them and kings deep silence
Gulf between the poor, murmurings
Legal debt notes their stumbling'

Debt ever makes slaves of all men
Notwithstanding knowledge, it can
Ban their use and hold on pure gold
Make it law till they be very old

There is no need to call them slaves
Nor disturbing the ones who saves
What is use for legal tender
Is the glue to put asunder

What of the King Who's streets are gold
Where the slaves there, never grow old
What of the payment made for such
His ransom He didn't think much

His wealth is His people won back
Their foot steps on golden streets lack
Nothing, for which heaven denies
You'll be so surprise what love buys