10,000 Years
I am unbalanced today
Slightly askew
A persistent tilting of my view
An inner ear issue
Or an issue of issues?
Where people can misuse others misfortune
To amplify fear that distracts from the millions and billions
A tiny percentage are scared they could lose
But why stoke division when you could build hospitals
Open a library or eradicate poverty
Pay me one hundred thousand pounds a year to write poetry
Exempt it from taxes
National Insurance or the need to spend
And it would still take me ten thousand years to become a billionaire
Thoughts
When we see personal success in monetary value we create monsters.
The joy of walking through autumn leaves is priceless.
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