Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
in and of itself it was nothing
that was the oddness
everything it was made of
was precious to the home planet
was irreplaceable in the long run
it was made of water bearing trees
it was made of metals that
shapeshift in fire
it was made of earth core
sculpted with names
people who had nothing else
but currency
were never considered lazy
and people who worked all day
in the sun, cleaning up the world
were given no dignity
when we came here, we left behind
systems of getting without doing
here we all make the world
that is your lesson on currency