We’re still marching down the yellow brick road,
worshipping a grand illusionand ignoring the old, vain men
behind the curtain
pulling the levers.
We keep hoping for a magic wizard to fix it,
but money is the curtain...
it’s power,
it’s speech,
and it buys control over the only things that truly matter:
the land, the sky, and the sea.
Until people take the emerald-tinted glasses off,
nothing changes.
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