The rice of Everything
In this world of glitter and gold, even hearts are bought, even souls are sold. No dream can bloom without a fee, not even truth can wander free.
From birth’s first cry to the final sigh, Coins must whisper, or hopes will die. Books need bills, and thoughts need payment, even prayers now come at a costly price.
A child can’t learn, a dream can’t rise, Without a cost behind those skies. Love, too, is weighed on a shining scale, and silence speaks through a paper trail.
Is it life or just a trade?
Where every step is finely weighed. A world once warm, now cold and grey, where money decides who gets to stay
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