The anguish flows when money dies Amid the child’s and mother’s cries It comes when scarcity is lost And money made without a cost
Taking savings, stealing time Open theft through hidden crime Stones or feathers, shells or beads These all once filled money needs
And represented hours of work Yet money died when people shirk And made more units, cheap and fast Then money died - it did not last
We work for money - you and me But central banks just print for free Fiat money - scarce no longer Loss of savings growing stronger
We need scarcity - absolute No debasement - no dispute Bitcoin provides the solution clear Thank God Bitcoin’s finally here
180 nations - use fiat today All are dying - come what may Bitcoin conquers the fiat lies Bitcoin is Hope, when money dies
Great poem for everyone. This should passed to every fiat lover.
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Short and definitely sweet exposition with rhymes and metrics. A breath of fresh air for most of us. I think...
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Great one
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Thanks
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Love this poem, thanks mate
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10 sats \ 0 replies \ @suraz 24 Aug
Nice poem.
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