Guard

What makes life less hard

Is the thing that thinks,

Of knowledge drinks,

And paints spaces clean once scarred.

A coffee from a kind hand

Makes for a promise

When the dollars kiss

And bars every rebuke and reprimand.

That sweet philosopher’s stance

Of trading with others

Apart from words voiced by mothers

Is the selfishness in the dance.

The reason for private use

Is to show how to join

At the exchange of each and every coin

That sacrifice is evil, refuse.

Self-interest is the way.

It stands for what’s right

And is the mind’s might.

Egoism is here to stay.