When you funnel the
Funds, what is the end
Result? Is it just
The wording that gets
People riled up, now?
Gifted seems to be
Another loaded
Term. Do you get the
Good side of the trade
As well when you ‘gift’?
Giving is not a
Virtue. Sharing is
Not a virtue. The
Exchange of money
Or ideas is
All a part of the
Grand design. For it
Is solely with the
Trade of not only
The material
But spiritual
Goods that humans may
Live in excellence.
With thinking brains the
Men and women of
Earth might rejoice in
The beauty of trade.
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