A few coins clatter making a sound
as worth and weight get tightly bound.

Counting euros dreams feels so small
when money stands as judge of all.

People living hand to mouth each day the same
while others rise in a mindless game.

Greed building towers that reach to the sky
still love can’t be bought no matter how high.

In classroom heads hang low in shame
as if being poor is a branded name.

Hold your head high child stand tall
because you are priceless above it all.

It’s not the wealth that makes us kind
but open hearts and listening minds.

The world will not change through gold or fame
but quiet acts that light the flame.

Listen close do your part
for change begins inside the heart.

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Love & light,
Amerie