A planet run by certificates,
Approval of the hierarchy,
Nods from the one who officiates,
And a smile from the finest lady.
As the sweaty digs their worms underground,
Cruising the rivers are bundles of money,
Baited by hands covered in fancy,
Laughing all around.
What a pleasing tune of evolution they promise,
A silvery future it beholds,
Words that endear our senses,
Alluring us into their glittering fences.
When we think of a universe the noblesse could brand;
They serenity they could create,
It metamorphoses into papers on fire,
Shredding its dust among our caskets.