Obscene power.
Such obscene power
Is held in paper
Ink marked paper
Made out of wood
And such a difference
Is in this system
One has money
And one has none
Civilization
Has much to answer for
Because money it seems
Maketh it’s own law
Now there’s a price
To everything on earth
People just want to know
How much anything is worth
The value of good human attributes
Are discarded now
As it’s all measured in cash
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