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Jan 2022
Money is a concept, an illusion.
Not a finite resource.
Perhaps not a resource at all.

Why do we spend our lives chasing more,
And more and more.
Just so we can play games with it.

Whilst we know that these games come at a cost.
But not to ourselves.
But to the less fortunate.

They say slavery was abolished.
But ask any working person,
Do you feel exploited?
Written by
Nyssa
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