the oasis

I fear that day when
money will not carry anymore energy
so many times, I've seen it as the fuel
for human passions, or a way for
solving problem as if money would do
the job instead of the people who are paid
but money has no legs, no hands, no arms
it's not an army of tiny workers
let's say when the illusion about money will be gone
an economy of feelings should be revealed

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Written on 2022-08-22 at 05:34

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So true, indeed money is the Oasis!

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Pah! money? Why bother when we've got bitcoin.

what a way to end the poem. I love it. Feels like an emotional climax

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
One would hope, eh!
An expressive little poem, this. It's sure to evoke conversation and thought.