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Apr 2015
It is useless work that darkens the heart. - Rumi*

And what is work for,
beyond survival or
occasionally joy?

It produces surplus
which is bartered,
traded and sold
until it becomes money.

The dark alchemy of usury
piles it into the hands
of the few who use it
to oppress the many

who created it
in the first place.
     mce
Mike Essig
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Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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