Your sweat measured
Barrelled at the banks of the market
To be thrown in the deluge
In the hope of a golden axe golden tears
But the giving spirit
Suffers Midas’ gluttony
Stands immobile
Amidst waves
Lashing the isle of liberty.
Your sweat measured
Barrelled at the banks of the market
To be thrown in the deluge
In the hope of a golden axe golden tears
But the giving spirit
Suffers Midas’ gluttony
Stands immobile
Amidst waves
Lashing the isle of liberty.
Beyond Capital 