Victims Of The Dollar $ign

• Jasneet Singh, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

What a cautious mind;
Wary to tread the bitter line.
Empty pockets,
Yet a will defined,
It is you! Whom I see divine.
Beyond the walls a ferocious roar,
An affinity to a deceiving pore.
Old money serves -
No purpose, just awe,
Infectious to the ones who implore.
Cobwebs weaved with an intricate wonder,
Alluring attractive and awoken adder.
Victimised:
Who can speak with candour?
It is she/he!
Wary of the bitter plunder.