May 26, 2008
The backbone of every country,
a necessity no doubt.
The shiny round coins,
the flat, crisp bills,
the fruits of one's labor,
it speaks for itself.
It needs no introduction.
Always wanted,
sometimes envied.
A frequent traveler
with no idea of where it is going.
A measure of power,
a measure of fame.
Very controlling,
but it can't control itself.
A ticket to life and sometimes death.
A friend to one,
a foe to another.
The food that satisfies the hunger of greed.
The key that opens the lock of corruption.

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