The most beautiful place on earth

is smothered in wealth and worth

gold trickles down from the skies

and into greedy men’s eyes

they ingest silver

and wear extravagant coats made of fur

a thin layer of paper money covers their head

while a pile of ingots creates their bed

The finest silk sings them to sleep

while the coin birds and euro cockroaches weep

the crystal moon starts to rise

and the rich men can’t even hear

the poor children’s cries