WHEN EMPIRES FALL
The people in India want the real thing,
something they can touch like a ring,
not some paper promise from the bank,
they know how fast empires can tank.
They sat beside the Ganges in ancient times
learned how spirit and water rhymes,
learned the value of holding GOLD,
while empires in their graves went cold.
They know how hollow promises end up,
people in lines holding out tin cups.
They want to touch and hold what is real,
before this old world starts to reel,
and another empire descends to dust,
with all it machinations turned to rust.
They want to be holding a golden ring,
when empires fall and fraudsters sing.
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