Money’s Currency | Philippe Warno

Phil completed his bachelor’s degree in Sociology, with a minor in Psychology, at UMassBoston in December 2020. He is interested in spirituality and science, and where they meet or not in the light of the objective truth. He is also an aspiring Beatmaker/Songwriter/Producer who loves basketball and lives in Dorchester, MA.

 

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What permits the unlicensed chauffeur that drives capitalism,

To be overdressed with generational wealth for today’s success?

As it Runs not for cover as the naked truth of poverty, addresses the inherited findings of racism.

A social dress code and genes that only the few and selective are lucky to possess.

 

Yet, there is an underpaid dream job that entails one to ask, where to boss?

The driving force, behind wealth in midst of stolen freedom.

Escorting, the image of excellence as the poor is faced with another loss.

No lucrative capital in the truth, when looking in the direction of tomorrow’s freedom.

 

I’m I free, to trust not in the printing cartel for the Bank of Greed?

Or enslaved, to the dropping of two nickels on the floor, to stop on a dime?

For there is no withdrawal of equality only ends that justify an enterprise that segregates 

prosperity, money and the freed.

When, the idea of money is a cinder block of corruption, falling through the construct of time.

 

The cost of a thoughtful moment is a timeless present, wrapped with events that captures the now.

Yet, the nature of the trade that has evolved into a state where one side wins and the other holds

on to a failure that cannot be let loose.

Defeat comes with the constant change of money’s forecast, whether it freely and heavily rain

down as of now.

If, it was all up to the “moneyologist”, I would have to take out a loan to pay for my right to

choose,

Not to invest in the Bank of Greed, a corrupted hand trying to shape the rights to the paradox of

being free.

 

So, as it rains down some of us still remain dry and poor.

Soak in all that we lack and while taking cover under the “trickledown” umbrella of inequality.

The top 1% and all their money in the world, couldn’t pay the struggling to remain poor.

Better yet put your money away, it’s no good here, instead trade your financial deficiency for my

poverty,

While keeping the generational thought of having money...

 

For you are compensated for your worth and not works.

With a currency that pays the rich and tease the unfortunate.

In less than a minute, money and inequality procreate the deeds of its own works.

An infinite amount of fortune that only seems useful to the unfortunate.

 

Besides, redistribution of wealth and Going green isn’t the finance that’s going paint the town red.

It’s the poor, that must complete the job before this blue nation.

While, the privilege and their daily 9-5, sleeps with in a social comfort and not a soft bed.

Reroutes, capitalism back to the road of success and not any map like direction.

 

If Siri and Alexa were paid and not programmed to have a conversation.

They’ll both concluded that money makes the world go around.

Anything else that don’t make cents can walk in a straight line right of the face of the earth or

speak with the dialect of a rich and wealthy position.

Yet, Fluent in all languages, but only talk to those who have the expenses to listen as words are

the unpaid workers of sound.

 

Conceptually grown on the notion of greed, and not fallen lumber or standing trees.

Get rich or die trying.

While the poor beg for change in the streets.

The mentality to a misconception, that replaces what it means to be truly living.

 

Dead presidents buried in our democracy.

As they all lie, I tell no untruths when I see one standing cherry tree,

in the midst of inequality.

Deemed to be at the root of all evil, the missing strings to a puppet that controls the

minds of the people.

 

Oh, if the poor could just refurbish their new-found penny and find a buyer that is worthy,

to ensure that poverty is left sheltered, behind in their painful memories.

Once they receive their fair share of plenty.

Could they now buy out their dreams? Or in return will they invest in the idea of injustice,

to justify more for their means.

 

As they forget, where they come from and live out their nightmares of monetary greed?

Living a life that once was despised, rolling up in luxury, to floss on those now less than.

To show all this floss on my fingers, around my neck and in my teeth but not that typical usual

gold, when I smile platinum best fits me.

With hopes that they are not too poor, to pay attention.

 

No formal education needed to understand, money’s currency.

An undertow that seems perfectly guided by those desiring more.

It flows right past the uneducated and those rich in poverty.

like Pirates that will rob the seas of its shores.

 

Then sell it back to a bright-eyed tsunami, that’s wet behind the ears to gain even more.

Well, have it all even my damp refurbished penny,

just leave me with my broken dreams, that I will now restore piece by piece.

As each one is its own special revamping...

To get the poor rich or die trying,

with the very same currency,

that was wasted, understanding...and not the utility of Money.

 

Currency: the fact or quality of being generally accepted or in use. - Dictionary.com

 

For money’s currency is greed and when that moral value is exchange and converted to the state

of sharing and caring.

 

Money’s currency is then and only then transfer into understanding. Until then, all that is above

remains as greed for money.