paper Idol

paper Idol


you swing in the sky
penchantly high
your made is cheap
yet your worth is costly.

Your Abundant presnce to the Rich
creates a path of limitless comfort
your numbered Absence to the poor
creates a limitless flow of prisoned freedom.

oh wretched paper!!!
manufactured from the tree trunk
printed by a oiled machine
To become man’s reward of struggle.

slowly, man is consumed by your elegance
Gradually,he learns to fight aimlessly
like a bird blinded by the wind
To be killed after its fall

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